Watching this scene, Chase Sherman stood to the side, trying hard to suppress his laughter.
No one had ever pointed at Master Damian’s nose and insulted him like this before!
Damian Quinn lowered his gaze and gripped his fingertips, his long legs casually crossed, not refuting Elliot Everett’s insults.
Well, he had indeed behaved like a beast, so he accepted his future brother-in-law’s scoldings.
Elliot Everett’s anger was hard to quell. He was deeply disgusted by the idea of an old cow eating young grass, and he nearly ground his molars to dust.
"I’ve known you for so many years, and this is the first ti I see you so shaless, choosing to be a beast instead of a decent person!"
"I have already beco a beast, and I don’t plan to let go." Damian Quinn’s deanor was nonchalant, but his tone was exceptionally firm. "Elliot, if you’re not satisfied, you can punch a few more tis."
Elliot Everett let out a heavy cold laugh, "In your dreams!"
He wouldn’t hit him, otherwise, he’d show up in front of Serena with his injuries playing the victim!
Besides, how could a few punches possibly vent his anger?!
"You had previously agreed to call off the engagent, so let’s proceed as planned..."
"I’ve changed my mind."
Elliot Everett’s words were abruptly interrupted by Damian Quinn’s deep voice, his eyes dark and profound, tone non-negotiable.
"I won’t call off this marriage."
The girl was betrothed to him from birth to be his wife; she was his to begin with!
He would never let go.
"Ha." Elliot Everett snickered coldly, his gaze extraordinarily icy. "Whether you call it off or not, you have to, and keep your distance from Serena. That’s also my parents’ wishes."
As soon as he said those words, Elliot Everett didn’t give him the chance to respond and said coldly, "Leave, I don’t want to see you."
The thought of his old cow eating young grass made Elliot Everett’s temple throb with anger, desperately wanting to punch him.
But hitting him would only give him a chance to play the victim with Serena, so he had to suppress the urge to hit him.
Damian Quinn knew the discussion had collapsed and staying would be of no help. With long strides, he walked out.
His long, jade-like fingers pressed firmly against his brow as he lowered his gaze in thought, pondering how to win over his future father-in-law and mother-in-law.
"Wow, that’s Master Damian..."
Watching Damian Quinn’s departing figure, the Everett Group employees all looked amazed and soon began gossiping.
"Tsk, did you hear the arguing from the office just now? Looks like the rumors are true!"
"Yeah, who’d have thought the CEO and Master Damian actually fell out? The injuries on Master Damian’s face look pretty serious... The CEO really hit hard, almost ruining Master Damian’s looks!"
"Well, who told Master Damian to go to the Everett Family to call off the engagent? The CEO is a total sister-con. Now, the news of the Quinn and Everett families calling off the engagent has spread through the high society; it won’t be long before the marriage is annulled..."
With a creak, the office door opened. Elliot Everett walked out with a stern expression, and they all shut up imdiately, quiet as chickens.
"Master Damian..."
Waiting at the door, Chase Sherman promptly stepped up. When he saw Damian Quinn’s unpleasant expression, he knew things weren’t going smoothly and imdiately lowered his head to reduce his presence, fearing he would be blad.
He just returned from Africa and didn’t want to be sent back again.
"How’s the task I ordered you to do?" Damian Quinn’s low, cold voice suddenly sounded.
"Master Damian, I have prepared everything according to your instructions." Chase Sherman imdiately replied respectfully, "I’ll go to Imperia University later."
...
Imperia University.
"Serena, you are our goddess!!!"
The crowd at Imperia University surrounded Serena Everett excitedly, looking at her with starry-eyed admiration.
Their Serena was not only a genius in dicine but also the one and only cherished disciple of The Wanderer!
She had fiercely shown up Yale University, bringing pride to Celestia’s traditional dicine. She was simply their goddess!
"Classmates, make so room, let have a word with Serena."
The Wanderer struggled to push through the crowd, finally reaching Serena and beaming at her, speaking with a pleading tone, "Serena, your ntor is getting on in years and made a special trip to Imperia just to bring you back to inherit my legacy..."
His words caused another round of gasps from everyone.
"Oh my gosh, if Serena doesn’t study hard, she’ll inherit billions and also The Wanderer’s legacy!"
"Serena, we are so envious! Not only do you have billions to inherit, but also The Wanderer’s legacy. I wish I could have just one of them!"
Serena, overwheld by their noise, rubbed her temple with her pale fingers, refusing decisively.
"No, find soone else to inherit it."
As soon as Serena finished speaking, the little old man began wailing loudly, not afraid of losing face.
"Boohoo, Serena, you’re too cold-hearted. Your ntor has only you as a precious disciple. If you don’t inherit my legacy, who will?"
The crowd at Imperia University grew even more envious. This was a chance they could only dream of, yet Serena actually refused.
They couldn’t help but ask.
"Serena, The Wanderer’s status in the dical world is rivaled only by The Phantom Hand. If you inherit The Wanderer’s legacy, your future in the dical field will be limitless!"
"Yeah, Serena, why are you refusing?"
Without lifting her eyelid, Serena replied in an extrely lazy tone, "Because I’m lazy, too lazy to inherit his legacy."
The crowd at Imperia University: "..."
They’re absolutely jealous!!!
Seeing his wish unfulfilled, The Wanderer pouted, about to start wailing again.
"Stop wailing." Serena quickly interrupted him, speaking unhurriedly, "I’ve found you a good candidate to inherit your legacy."
"Who?" The Wanderer stopped wailing, "I knew my precious disciple Serena wouldn’t leave high and dry. You’re so thoughtful to find a good candidate for !"
The Wanderer’s first choice was still for Serena to inherit his legacy, as she had the strongest dical talent he had ever seen. But she refused, and he couldn’t force her.
After all, he was the one who stubbornly insisted on being her ntor back then!
"Co over here, let introduce you to a little old man," Serena said casually, her gaze falling on Aidan Keaton without interest.
It turned out the "little old man" she ntioned was the legendary dical figure—The Wanderer!
Even Aidan Keaton couldn’t help but feel excited, but his eyes soon darkened.
Only now did he fully realize how great the distance between him and her was, it seed he might spend a lifeti unable to catch up to her pace.
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