President’s Sweet Wife

Chapter 949 The Best of Both Worlds

Mr. Quill squinted at her.

"What's the best of both worlds?"

Mrs. McCarthy said solemnly, "We won’t ask you to give us the Celestial Book now. We will try to save

Fiona, but you need to cooperate with us. When Fiona is back, you must give it to us. Do you agree?"

Mr. Quill compressed his lips into a thin line.

Mr. McCarthy added, "Mr. Quill, I guarantee with my dignity that we will help you save her. Within the

territory of Ambario, if we can't do it, who else do you think can? Besides, are you sure he would let

Fiona go when you give it to him? If not, you could lose both."

Mr. Quill completely understood what he said.

The last time they were here, Mr. Quill didn’t trust them and wished them to leave soon. But under the

current situation, working with them seemed to be the best choice.

He stared at Mr. McCarthy, and asked in a deep tone, "Are you sure you can save Fiona?"

Mr. McCarthy answered seriously, "I promise with my life."

"Okay, then I'll trust you once."

Then he suddenly got up and walked out.

They stayed still for a second and then quickly followed.

It was completely dark outside at this hour. There were no streetlights, let alone the sight of anyone.

Mr. Quill walked very fast on the rugged mountain roads, while it wasn’t easy for Mrs. McCarthy and the

others.

Mr. McCarthy held Mrs. McCarthy's hand, and Felix held Queeny's. The four of them tried their best to

catch up with Mr. Quill.

When they were wondering where he was going, he climbed up a hill. On top of it was the grave of Mrs.

Quill.

Queeny was confused.

"Why does he come here again?"

Felix gestured for her to be quiet. When they climbed up the hill, they saw Mr. Quill crouched down in

front of the grave, digging hard for something.

Mrs. McCarthy’s body trembled, and she understood all at once.

She pushed Mr. McCarthy. "Go and help."

Mr. McCarthy nodded, unbuttoned his cufflinks, rolled up his sleeves, walked over, and started to dig.

It was buried deep. It had not rained for a while, so the soil was dry, and it was difficult to dig deep by

hand.

Mr. McCarthy grabbed a branch about the thickness of his wrist from the side and continued digging.

After about two minutes, something finally showed up. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

There was something wrapped in a gray handkerchief.

Mr. Quill took it out and quickly opened the handkerchief, and what was wrapped inside was the

translucent Celestial Book.

Everyone was stunned.

Mr. Quill looked at it in the dim moonlight and nodded with a smile. "Fortunately, I didn't lose it."

Mrs. McCarthy brightened, "Mr. Quill, is this the Celestial Book?"

Mr. Quill glanced at her, "Yes, it is."

He put it away and motioned his hand. "Let's go back and talk."

So, the group hurried along the road towards the villa.

After returning to the villa and closing the door, Mr. Quill asked them to sit down, then sat down on the

main seat, took out the Celestial Book tremulously, and placed it on the table.

"Now I have to be honest with you. I knew about the Celestial Book long ago. I happened to read about

it in the newspaper when the news about it was blazed abroad. Then I realized I seemed to have a

similar one.

When I compared it with mine, I surprisingly found that it was a real one. Back then, Fiona hadn't been

kidnapped. I thought to myself that it couldn't be as precious as the rumors said, so I didn't take it

seriously.

As my health was getting worse, having this thing in my hand started to make me worried. I know that

even though I don’t believe in its efficacy, others do.

Fiona was still a young and innocent girl and had not much social experience. I was afraid that it would

get her into trouble. Because so many people who fought for it ended up being hurt or bankrupt.

I felt that it should not be considered a fetish but a scourge. Since it was a scourge, it’d better

disappear from the world. so, I buried it beside my wife’s grave one night.

But who would know, not long after that, Fiona was missing. I knew that Gary Lee, the son of John Lee,

kidnapped her. I didn't want to call the police to make things worse. Because if police found out what

happened in the past, we might all end up going to jail.

So, I thought if he wanted the book, I would just give it to him. But I’m not stupid. What if I give him the

thing and he doesn't let her go?

So, I didn't dig it up. He asked me to meet tonight. I had planned to negotiate with him. As long as he

would let Fiona go and I made sure she’s safe, I would tell him where the thing was buried. If he didn't

believe me, I would trade Fiona and be his hostage, and bring him to the site.

But tonight, he didn't bring Fiona over as promised. I'm really worried that something may have

happened. Now that you are willing to help me save her, I’d like to be straightforward. I trust you and I

am willing to give it to you. Even if you lied to me, I am capable to get it back. But if you kept your

words, I would rather give it to you than Gary Lee."

After he finished speaking, they realized that Mr. Quill was a generous man, instead of a stingy and

cranky old man.

The reason he made things difficult for them last time was just that he wanted to get rid of them so he

could use the book to save Fiona.

And now, to show his sincerity and trust, he was willing to get it to them even before they started to

help.

Mr. McCarthy stood up and gave him a respectful bow.

"Mr. Quill, I’m sorry we misunderstood you."

Mr. Quill waved his hand and smiled.

"Don’t be sorry. I have been dealing with antiques all my life. Now that I am old, I just hope for a

peaceful life. I also know that I have done something wrong and will probably get my comeuppance. If

Gary Lee wanted to take revenge, I would just give him my life. But Fiona is innocent. She is just an 18-

year-old girl. She has done nothing wrong. I can’t let her die in his hands."

Mr. McCarthy nodded, "You’re right, Mr. Quill. Fiona is innocent. We will save her by all means."