Chapter 520: Chapter 520

Ethan Sterling agreed readily, but after hanging up the phone, a trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

Eleanor Hollis is a friend of his cousin. It would be fine if his cousin never found out, but if even a hint of this got out, he and the other party would likely become estranged forever.

This wasn’t something he wanted to see.

"First Brother Sterling, the order has been given. We can take out those two people now. The plane to pick us up will arrive in two hours, so we need to act quickly."

The bodyguard urged from the side.

Ethan Sterling slowly placed his hand on his gun holster. Before the other party could react, he drew his gun first and eliminated the opponent.

The other bodyguards heard the noise and quickly came to take a look, their faces full of panic, but they tacitly remained silent.

This bodyguard was sent by the other side to monitor them, reporting everything happening here back. If he didn’t kill the man tonight, he’d surely face consequences when he returned.

"This man was killed by Hugo Quinn, and he died protecting me. Do you understand?"

His voice was cold, as if a layer of black ice had formed in the air. Everyone exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

"First Brother Sterling, we got it. So, what do we do now?"

Ethan Sterling’s lips curved slightly as he slowly put away his gun.

"The plane picking us up will arrive soon. Pack up and let’s get moving."

The bodyguards nodded and immediately went upstairs to pack their things.

Eleanor Hollis had already heard the gunshots; her entire body went rigid, staring at the door like she was facing an enemy. She picked up a vase from the side and swallowed hard.

If someone comes in with a gun, she’ll throw the vase and make sure nothing happens to Dylan Dawson.

Lying in bed and seeing her expression, Dylan felt an unexplainable sweetness in his heart. Was this person protecting him? It felt rather nice.

But even after waiting for more than ten minutes, no one was outside the door.

Eleanor Hollis gently put down the vase and slowly placed her hand on the doorknob, twisting it slightly, and walked out with curiosity.

Her steps were light, as if afraid of disturbing something, but apart from the pool of blood in the living room, there was nothing else.

Ethan Sterling was also gone; no one knew where he’d gone.

Eleanor Hollis looked at the bloodstain, knowing there must have been a body lying there just now, feeling inexplicably numb.

"Eleanor Hollis, what happened?"

Dylan Dawson’s voice sounded, sounding very worried about her. Eleanor thought she heard wrong, but she still answered loudly.

"It’s nothing, Ethan Sterling has already left. There was a gunfight here, and it seems he won’t be coming back." Googlᴇ search novèlfire.net

She breathed a sigh of relief and went to the bathroom to get a mop to clean up the bloodstain.

After finishing this, she returned upstairs.

When Dylan saw her return safely, the slight tension in his eyes slowly disappeared, and his lips curved into a relaxed smile.

"It looks like he’s going abroad tonight. He won’t be coming back. We’re safe now."

Eleanor was a bit surprised that Ethan Sterling had really let them go.

"You are friends with his cousin, so he wouldn’t do anything to you. But what surprises me is that he even let me go."

Eleanor didn’t quite feel that way but didn’t say anything, instead going to the kitchen to make porridge for the two of them.

Dylan was already hungry and started devouring the food.

After the meal, Eleanor kept looking at her phone. The phone had been unusually quiet these days; she thought Hugo Quinn would at least send her a message, but nothing came. It seemed like her disappearance didn’t matter to anyone else.

Her shoulders slumped in disappointment.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and she almost jumped to grab it, not even looking at the number.

She shouted, and the other side was silent for a moment before Samantha Sullivan’s voice came through.

"Are you still calling him honey? Eleanor Hollis, where are you exactly? I’ve been to the villa these few days and haven’t seen you at all. Do you know that Hugo Quinn is divorcing you? He’s already posted the news on Weibo, and it’s trending top on Weibo. I heard he’s recently been seen everywhere with a beautiful woman; you’d better come back immediately!!"

After yelling this, Samantha slammed the phone down.

Eleanor trembled as she opened Weibo on her phone, indeed seeing Hugo Quinn’s news.

He was seen with that woman at various places, charity events, malls, and even a five-star hotel.

Eleanor collapsed on the floor, not knowing what to say, her phone slipping from her hand and dropping to the ground.

They went to a hotel, a man and a woman at a hotel, what else could they be doing...

She chuckled to herself mockingly. When Jean Nash thanked her and Hugo Quinn for their performance, she scoffed, because she could feel that Hugo loved her. Even if he left the villa, he would surely message her to explain things.

But she was wrong. Since she left until now, there had been nothing on her phone.

Had Samantha not reminded her, she wouldn’t have even known Hugo Quinn wanted a divorce.

He was really going to divorce her...

She couldn’t tell if she was angry or laughing; her expression was a mixture of joy and tears, but she couldn’t cry even if she wanted to.

Dylan appeared in the living room and saw her sitting blankly on the side of the sofa, looking as if she’d been struck down.

He walked over with a crutch since his body hadn’t recovered yet, and every step felt exhausting, requiring the crutch for support.

"What happened to you?"

He wanted to help her up, but just reaching her side left him sweating all over.

Eleanor covered her mouth, large tears falling onto the back of her hand, unable to speak.

Dylan sat down next to her, panting, picking up her phone.

The phone screen hadn’t turned off, staying on the Weibo page. He glanced at it and roughly grasped the situation.

"Hugo Quinn wants to divorce you and even went to the hotel with that woman. Seems like they’re moving fast."

Eleanor looked up, her eyes still filled with tears.

Dylan was taken aback by her shouting, and something in his heart felt pricked, but he still mocked gently.

"No? What do you think a man and woman alone in a hotel would do, Eleanor Hollis? The facts are right in front of you; you just don’t want to believe them. I see they’ve already uploaded things, long having forgotten you, their so-called ex-wife!"

Eleanor’s heart felt constricted, shaking her head continuously, but besides denying, she could say nothing else.

Dylan felt a bit heartbroken, but he also knew that losing this love for Eleanor was no different than losing a family member. She’d have to pull herself through.

He tossed the phone onto the coffee table with a soft sound.

"Get up. Don’t be so disheartened; there’s a long road ahead. If you’re willing, I can look after you too."