What Separates Me and You

Quintin's eyes widened as he struggled to look toward where Lewis was sitting.

The man sat arrogantly on the chair, gazing down at him with indifference, akin to a king passing judgment on a criminal.

Lewis said, "Anyway, Mr. Quintin, I'll guarantee you receive better treatment than those guys did."

Quintin's expression changed. "Why are you so twisted?"

Lewis remained unfazed. "It seems like you know very little about me. I can be even more twisted. If you don't divorce Josephine, I'll let you have a taste."

Face pale, Quintin stared at him and couldn't utter a word.

Lewis continued, "Quintin, you're a smart man. You should know how to choose. Once a person dies, there will be nothing left."

Quintin lowered his gaze, hesitating to speak.

If he were to die, his identity as Josephine's husband would become meaningless.

He had tested Lewis's patience multiple times, and this time he was caught. If he were to challenge him again, Lewis probably wouldn't have the patience to play with him anymore. Lewis leaned forward slightly, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth. "Quintin, have you made up your mind?"

Quintin opened his mouth, wanting to compromise, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

He didn't want to admit defeat before Lewis. However, he caught a glimpse of the hunting dog playing with a bloody bone and couldn't help gulping.

On second thought, what could he use to fight against Lewis if he died? Would he haunt him with his soul every night?

Lewis said, "It's good to have guts, but when you go too far, you become a fool."

Completely losing his patience, he said, "It seems you made your choice."

He then stood up and prepared to leave.

Quintin hurriedly said, "Wait!"

Lewis paused his steps, turned his head slightly, and looked down at Quintin.

Eyes closed, Quintin took several deep breaths and finally said helplessly, "I'll divorce her."

Lewis raised an eyebrow.

Quintin continued weakly, "You win. I agree to the divorce."

"Seems like your feelings for Josephine are not as deep as I imagined."

Quintin didn't refute him. Feeling completely drained, he dropped to the ground, as limp as a pile of mud.

He had never accepted defeat in his life. Even in front of his father, he had never surrendered.

He never expected to be defeated by Lewis. The humiliation and resentment were about to overwhelm him completely.

Lewis ignored him and walked away. His voice rang out from not far away, "I'll be waiting for you at City Hall at nine o'clock the day after tomorrow." Phineas also released Quintin.

However, Quintin had no intention of getting up from the ground. He lay there like a lifeless rag.

Phineas kicked him with his foot. "Quintin, are you planning to spend the night here? Do you want me to get you a bed and blanket?"

Quintin rolled his eyes and looked at Phineas.

After a while, he weakly sat up from the ground, looking completely disheveled.

"Is Lewis really that bold?"

Phineas looked at him coldly. "Didn't you experience it already? You should be grateful that you have a powerful father and elder brother. Otherwise, you would have become the dog's food long ago." Quintin frowned. Every time someone mentioned his father and elder brother, he felt annoyed.

It was as if they were mocking him and implying that he was nothing without them.

Yet, on second thought, it was indeed true. Who would pay any attention to him if not for his influential background?

Lewis could crush him effortlessly, like squashing an ant. He only dared to challenge Lewis all this while because of his background.

Quintin chuckled self-deprecatingly. "So, I should be thankful to them, huh?"

"Of course, you should be grateful to them. Otherwise, do you think you could have repeatedly survived after provoking Chairman Alvarez?" Lewis was currently too occupied to deal with the Fowler family. Otherwise, he wouldn't have tolerated Quintin until now.

Quintin stood up and brushed off the dust from his clothes. "Drive me down."

"Walk down yourself."

"You expect me to walk all the way down? It's too far!"

Phineas glanced at him. "You brought this upon yourself. If you can't even walk this short distance, how do you plan to oppose Lewis?"

Quintin was dumbfounded but eventually walked away in anger.

The road uphill was long. It took over twenty minutes by car. On foot, it would be a day's journey!

No wonder Lewis asked him to go to the City Hall the day after tomorrow. Damn it!

While Quintin was still on his arduous journey, Lewis had already arrived at Alvarez Manor.

Although Robert had passed away, the Alvarez Manor was more bustling than ever.

Nancy paced anxiously in the courtyard, and when she heard the sound of a car, she looked up anticipatingly.

Sure enough, it was Lewis' car.

The black Bentley stopped before her, and Lewis stepped out of the car.

She grabbed Lewis' arm as if holding onto a lifeline, "Lewis, where did you go? These shameless people won't leave, no matter how we try to drive them away. You have to think of a solution." Lewis glanced at the manor and heard faint voices coming from inside.

"Since they like this place so much, let them stay. Why bother dealing with them?"

"Easy for you to say. They keep pestering me every day, asking about the inheritance distribution. What should I tell them?"

Lewis let out a cold laugh and retracted his arm from her grasp before walking towards the house.

As he entered, the voices inside gradually quieted down.

One of the women stood up and asked directly, "Now that the funeral is over, when will you distribute the inheritance? We can't just wait here forever, can we?"

Lewis coldly scanned the room and finally rested his gaze on the woman who spoke, "And you are?"

The woman stood tall, straightening her chest, and declared confidently, "I am Robert's girlfriend, and this is his son."

"He left behind so much inheritance; we don't want much. One hundred million is enough. Even if each of these people gets one hundred million, it's just a drop in the bucket. You and your mother can still keep most of it."

"How come I didn't know he had so many children?"

"He didn't tell you. Of course, you wouldn't know!"

"Then, what evidence do you have to prove that you are his girlfriend and these people are his children?"

"I have photos with him, and we did a paternity test!"

Lewis calmly lit a cigarette and said, "Photos can be manipulated, so can paternity tests. How can I trust you?"

"What do you mean? Are you planning to keep all the inheritance for yourself?"

"You have a big appetite. Can you swallow all that money?"

"That's right. Even though we don't have a formal status, we are Robert's flesh and blood. We have the right to inherit his inheritance!"

"If you try to ignore us, then we'll have no choice but to take legal action!