Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 209 - - for the future

He used to be called out in the middle of the night by his subordinates to handle matters. After all, their dangerous, bloodied lifestyle often led to unexpected incidents, and as their leader, he had to step in and deal with them. So, Cynthia didn't think much of it, hanging up the phone and coaxing Olive to sleep.

Australia, Quinn's villa.

After finishing the call outside, Arven turned and walked back into the house. He could hear the pained, stifled groans coming from the bedroom. A look of sorrow crossed his face, and his chest heaved violently. He kicked open the bedroom door and shouted at the man inside.

"BOSS, you're like this—just find a woman to take care of it!"

Inside the room, the man was desperately using a violent stream of cold water in the bathroom to try and cool his body. His expensive suit was soaked through, clinging to his muscular frame.

Tonight, when he had gone out for a social event, his enemies had slipped him a powerful aphrodisiac, leaving him in this desperate state. Now, he could only use this method to alleviate the burning heat inside him.

His consciousness was already blurry, but when he heard Arven's suggestion to find a woman, it snapped him a little more awake. He turned, veins bulging on his forehead, and roared at Arven, "Get out!"

He didn't want any woman; he didn't want anyone. Except for that woman, he wanted no one. He would rather suffer like this than touch anyone else.

However, his furious shout accelerated the blood circulation within him, and the drug spread through his veins even faster. In agony, he collapsed into the water, curling up there.

Seeing him in such a state, Arven, too, lost his composure. He strode forward, yanked him out of the water, and threw him onto the carpet.

"What's so special about that woman? Four years ago, Albert hurt her so badly, and now she's back in her home country, still waiting for him. What good is it for you to wait here in agony?"

"Get out! Get out! Leave me alone!"

Arven's sharp and bitter words stabbed like needles into Quinn's heart. All he could do was curl up on the floor, shouting for Arven to leave, as he couldn't think of any other way to relieve the pain.

He understood what Arven was saying, but forgetting her, letting her go, not loving her—it was too hard, too difficult. He couldn't do it. If it had been that easy to let go, why had he waited for her all these years?

"Are you really going to stay single for the rest of your life, just because she can't love you?"

Arven, too, lost his composure. Standing in front of Quinn, who was curled up on the floor, he couldn't stop himself from roaring:

"It doesn't matter whether you stay single or not, but you don't even have an heir! What will happen to the future of the Kynthia family? What about this business you fought so hard to reclaim? Are you just going to watch it disappear and vanish? Can you face the old lady in the grave?"

As Arven spoke, his eyes started to tear up. He was a loyal servant of the Kynthia family, and everything Quinn had gone through, Arven had experienced by his side. The hardships they faced while fleeing to Japan, the heart-stopping transactions made to quickly accumulate wealth for their revenge—Arven had been there for every moment, enduring the perilous, life-or-death days with Quinn. Just thinking about them now made his heart race.

Those days, Arven never wanted to relive them. Now, after all the suffering, they had finally established this empire, and yet Quinn was willing to throw it all away for a woman. He couldn't accept it. Not just him, but the men under him probably couldn't accept it either.

They didn't oppose him keeping his heart with that woman, but he still needed to leave an heir. The old factions and allies had always been rebellious, challenging his leadership. If something happened to Quinn, everything might fall back into the hands of those factions.

"Arven, I'll say it again: get out!"

Quinn struggled to get up from the floor, throwing himself onto the big bed, gritting his teeth as he continued to endure the agony.

Arven, pushed to the brink by Quinn's stubbornness, made a decision. He shouted toward the outside, "Bring her in!"

Even though Quinn's consciousness was hazy, he still understood the meaning behind Arven's words. Struggling, he got up from the bed, his eyes bloodshot as he shouted, "Arven, are you looking for death—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the lights in the bedroom suddenly went out. The surroundings were plunged into complete darkness. In the last moment before the lights went off, Quinn's disoriented gaze accidentally caught sight of a woman who had entered behind Arven's men. The same figure, the same long, soft hair, the same graceful, delicate profile...

Everything about her mirrored the woman he had been longing for in his heart. The last bit of his consciousness collapsed. In the darkness, he whispered in joy, "Cynthia..."

The door to the room closed silently. Arven and the subordinate who had just left exchanged a glance, then both stood firm, their eyes resolute as they kept watch outside the door.

At first, there were angry shouts from inside, but after a soft "Quinn," the noise abruptly stopped. Then, the room was filled with the heavy, labored breathing of a man, mixed with the delicate moans and painful sobs of a woman.

Hearing the sounds from inside, Arven leaned against the wall, letting out a long sigh. Sorry, BOSS. For your life, and for the future of the Kynthia family, even if you shoot me tomorrow, I won't regret what I've done tonight.

After learning that the BOSS had been drugged by their enemies tonight, Arven immediately ordered his subordinates to bring in a woman who resembled Cynthia, one who was still pure, untouched—just the right type for their leader.

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In fact, he had been planning to find a woman who resembled Cynthia for quite some time. Originally, he had intended for them to drug Quinn themselves, so he could be with the girl, but tonight's events had unfolded differently. It seemed even fate was on their side.

He still hoped that one day the BOSS could move on from his obsession with that woman and find a partner who truly reciprocated his feelings. He would not have resorted to such underhanded methods unless it was absolutely necessary, especially not with his own BOSS.

But in the end, he did it—

for the future of the Kynthia family, so that the Kynthia family could have heirs...