Chapter 617: Wait for Me to Come Back, Tomorrow We’ll Go Get Our Marriage Certificate

Old Master Mercer had passed away, and the Mercer family was immersed in profound grief.

"Damn Jason Summers!" Miles Mercer punched the wall, scraping the skin off his knuckles. "I’m going to kill him. I spared his life before, but now I’ll make him go down with Grandpa!" His eyes were entirely bloodshot.

Jason deserved to die. Dying ten thousand times wouldn’t be enough!

However, the family still had to arrange the Old Master’s funeral, and there were countless affairs left to handle. During such a sorrowful time, Ivy Sherwood and Quentin Blackwood’s wedding and marriage registration would likely have to be postponed. Quentin deferred completely to Ivy on the matter. Although their scheduled day was still two days away, he hadn’t brought it up again.

While Miles swore to go after Jason, he couldn’t spare a moment right now. His priority was sending his grandfather on his final journey. The cremation and subsequent arrangements would take a long time, and it would take even longer for the family to emerge from this heavy grief.

Ivy, on the other hand, was entirely trapped in it. Her grandfather had explicitly promised to watch her get married. What was the point of leaving her a bank card? She didn’t want the card; she only wanted him. She just wanted her grandfather to be well.

Unable to personally hunt Jason down for the moment, Miles ordered his men to be heavier-handed with him. They were to keep him barely alive until Miles returned to finish him off.

As a result, Jason was brutally tortured. During this ordeal, he learned that Old Master Mercer had passed away. He had never expected the poison to have such a rapid and severe impact on the old man; judging by Winter Mercer’s condition back then, he shouldn’t have died so quickly.

Jason knew he was a dead man walking. With the Old Master gone, the Mercers would never let him off. He was essentially finished.

No, he couldn’t just sit there and wait for death. Right now, the Mercer family’s entire focus was on the Old Master. This was his last chance. Once they finished handling the funeral arrangements, he truly wouldn’t have a single sliver of hope left.

So, that very night, Jason escaped.

The news didn’t reach the Mercers’ ears until the next day.

"What? Jason escaped?"

"That damn bastard! We should have just put a bullet in him!"

Who would have thought he could still struggle? Taking advantage of everyone’s focus on the funeral, he had actually managed to find a way out!

Just by hiding in Aethelgard previously, he had made it impossible for them to find him. If he managed to leave Lustre and flee to some unknown country, tracking him down again would be like finding a needle in a haystack. By then, the Mercers would be out in the open, while Jason would be lurking in the shadows. Given his sinister mind, he would undoubtedly strike at them from the dark, which would be disastrous.

Jason had to be recaptured, and time was of the essence. There simply wasn’t much time left for them. But right now, the Mercers couldn’t afford to leave. They were busy with the funeral and paying their final respects to the Old Master.

Quentin stepped forward. "I’ll go," he said. "I’ll go bring Jason back. Even if I can’t catch him, I won’t let him live anymore. You all take good care of Ivy for me."

"No!" Ivy’s heart seized with a violent pang of terror. Fear filled her wide eyes as she tightly gripped Quentin’s hand, unwilling to let him go.

Perhaps because of her grandfather’s sudden passing, Ivy’s heart pounded uneasily.

Quentin reached out and pulled her into his embrace, one hand cupping the back of her head as he held her tightly. When he finally let go, he saw that her face was covered in tears. She had cried all day yesterday, leaving her eyes swollen like walnuts.

His hand brushed across her cheek, his thumb gently wiping away her tears. "Why are you crying? I promise I’ll catch Jason and come back safely. Just wait for me at home."

Ivy shook her head. "I don’t want to. I don’t want you to go..."

"I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry, Jason won’t get away. When I come back, we’ll go get our marriage certificate tomorrow!"

With that, Quentin planted a deep, firm kiss on her forehead. Then, he turned and left to track down Jason.

"Quentin!" Ivy chased after him, watching him get into a car in the distance.

Hearing her voice, Quentin paused before stepping inside.

"Even if you can’t catch Jason, it doesn’t matter!" Ivy called out. "I just want you to come back safely!"

She just wanted him to be okay. She refused to let him suffer even the slightest injury; nothing else mattered.

Quentin nodded, promising her with a single word. "Okay."

His figure vanished into the car, disappearing from her sight.

The sky remained as gloomy as before, looking as if a heavy downpour was imminent. This oppressive weather had persisted since yesterday, with the dark clouds pressing lower and lower, yet the rain had stubbornly refused to fall.

Ivy felt this would likely be a very brutal battle. Jason was full of tricks and had surely devised a foolproof plan. She worried that his escape might be a calculated scheme designed to lure them into a trap.

She made a special call to Zane Linton, instructing him to prioritize Quentin’s safety above all else. If anything seemed amiss on Jason’s end, they were to retreat immediately and leave Jason behind. She also had Xavier Mercer dispatch a backup team to support them, but her heart still couldn’t settle.

She prayed desperately that nothing would happen to him.

Quentin’s men had already launched a manhunt. However, based on Jason’s movements, it was difficult to discern his actual escape route. He had likely made full preparations before returning to Lustre, securing a backup plan for himself.

As a result, he immediately deployed smokescreens upon his escape. Several look-alikes appeared at the airport, train stations, and other transit hubs. They shared Jason’s build and were bundled up so tightly that it was impossible to tell who the real one was.

In the car, Quentin analyzed the profiles of these decoys. Unsurprisingly, nothing useful could be gleaned from these clues. He noted that these locations were indeed unavoidable checkpoints for leaving Lustre.

But where would Jason actually choose to depart from? The airport was too out in the open; that was out of the question. The train stations were also places where he could easily be cornered.

After reviewing the options, Quentin set his sights on the docks.

Lustre was a coastal city, making the docks an excellent escape point. Jason owned a yacht, and the open sea offered infinite possibilities for evading pursuit. If he were Jason, he would definitely choose the docks and take the water route.

"To the docks!" Having quickly deduced Jason’s route, Quentin immediately headed for the port. He ordered Zane to bring his men there as well, along with the police to ensure a lawful operation.

The weather was terrible. The dark clouds over the sea hung perilously low, signaling an impending, massive storm. Going out to sea right now was hardly a wise choice. It was highly likely they would encounter extreme weather, and if the waves grew too turbulent, an ordinary yacht could be swallowed whole.

It didn’t take Quentin long to reach the docks. Due to the weather conditions, passenger ferries scheduled for longer voyages had all been delayed.

However, the lack of departing cruise ships made their search much easier. Quentin searched the entire area but still couldn’t find a single trace of Jason.