"Master Damian, please don’t..."
Crystal Joyce’s face turned even paler, her eyes filled with tears as she pleaded, trying hard to suppress her pain.
But Damian Quinn didn’t even turn his head. His devilishly handso face remained cold, showing no intention of stopping because of her plea.
"Damian Quinn."
At Serena’s soft call, the man, who was full of murderous intent, imdiately stopped in his tracks, his nacing aura subdued, and returned to her side.
Silas, who was kneeling on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief. His face was deathly pale, still shaken with fear.
Master Damian had just been full of killing intent, and if Serena hadn’t called out to stop him, he would have been dood.
He didn’t even touch Serena, yet Master Damian was filled with such a strong urge to kill. He couldn’t imagine what fate would befall him if he had actually hurt Serena...
Unexpectedly, in Master Damian’s heart, Serena was such an important woman!
"Take her to the hospital first."
Serena took the initiative to hold the man’s large hand, with a hint of comfort. Her gaze fell on Crystal Joyce, who was pale, with a broken knee, and bleeding heavily.
She did push her just now, but she didn’t use much force, just gently pushed her away, yet she fell so badly...
But no matter what, she would take responsibility for causing her injury.
The violent rage in Damian Quinn’s heart was soothed by the girl, but his enchanting eyes were still filled with nace as his gaze turned sharply to Silas.
"Throw him in The Black Vault for punishnt."
Being thrown into The Black Vault ant enduring the most terrifying punishnt, a tornt worse than death, usually reserved only for Hidden Guards who committed major transgressions.
Just thinking about the dreadful punishnt made Chase Sherman shiver, but after giving Silas a sympathetic glance, he respectfully agreed without delay.
"Yes, Master Damian."
Even if Silas survived, he would still lose half his life...
"Master Damian, Silas only acted impulsively because he was so eager to protect . If you want to bla soone, bla . Master Damian, please spare Silas this ti..."
Crystal Joyce’s eyes were red with tears, sobbing softly, looking so pitiful.
"Master Damian, Silas is already injured. He can’t endure such punishnt; his body won’t take it!"
Damian Quinn was unmoved, not even sparing her a glance. He instructed Chase Sherman with an icy voice.
"Take her to the hospital."
Seeing Damian Quinn’s gloomy expression, Chase Sherman dared not delay and imdiately agreed respectfully.
"Yes, Master Damian."
Crystal Joyce was forced into the car, tears streaming down her face, wanting to say sothing more, but Sherman didn’t give her the chance, quickly closing the car door.
"Aren’t you going to check on her? She seems to be in a bad state..."
Serena hadn’t even finished her sentence before her chin was firmly grasped by the man.
"Little girl, do you know what you’re saying?"
Damian Quinn’s narrow, deep eyes squinted dangerously, glaring at the girl in front of him with a hint of anger.
"You want to be with another woman?"
If it were any other woman, she would have been jealous by now. But not only was this girl not jealous, she even suggested he be with Crystal Joyce. Did she think he was that unimportant?
"Little girl, do you want to make your brother angry?"
Serena didn’t anticipate that her suggestion would make him so angry. She blinked her eyes, realizing that her words were sowhat inappropriate, and promptly threw herself into his arms, her white, tender hands wrapping around his strong, narrow waist.
"I misspoke, don’t be angry."
"Don’t think you can just sweet-talk like this." Damian Quinn clasped the girl’s slender waist tightly, still keeping a stern face, clearly quite upset.
Serena pursed her red lips, then stood on tiptoes, kissing the edge of his lips.
The little girl sure knows how to make him happy...
The displeasure in Damian Quinn’s heart dissipated significantly, gripping her waist even tighter, his deep, magnetic voice sounding unusually aggrieved.
"Baby, next ti don’t push to soone else!"
Serena obediently nodded, "Got it."
Seeing the girl being so compliant, Damian Quinn’s expression softened, but recalling everything that just happened, his eyes turned cold again, speaking in a deep voice.
"Serena, I promise there won’t be a next ti."
A black Porsche stopped at the gates of Imperia University. Out of the car ca several tall, muscular n exuding an air of righteousness, led by the particularly striking Steven Everett.
"Every single one of you insisted on coming with to pick up Serena. I’m warning you, all of you, act as cultured as I do, don’t scare Serena!"
Cultured?
The group of tough n looked at each other in confusion.
Does their captain even possess such a trait?
"Whoever dares ruin my image as a perfect brother in Serena’s mind, I’ll take care of them!" Steven Everett emphasized once more.
"Got it, got it, Captain!"
They agreed helplessly, then couldn’t help but chat amongst themselves.
"Captain, with Serena looking so pretty, there must be a lot of guys chasing her at school!"
"Aren’t you stating the obvious? Serena looks like a fairy, with a cool and stylish deanor. It’s not just school boys; who wouldn’t like her?"
"Shut your mouths!" Steven Everett interrupted them, visibly annoyed. "Serena’s still young; she won’t fall in love early!"
His precious sister was so outstanding, no man could be worthy of her!
Anyone who dared to covet his sister, he’d deal with them!
Seeing Steven Everett’s mood, the other team mbers wisely changed the subject.
"Cough, cough, cough, university students these days, hugging and cuddling at the school gate, giving us a mouthful of dog food!"
"Yeah, we’ve had our fill of dog food... Wait, sothing’s not right... Captain, isn’t that girl our sister?"
"Who’s your sister, damn it? That’s my sister only..."
Steven Everett first retorted irritably, but then he saw Serena’s face clearly, and instantly flew into a rage.
"What the hell, who the hell is that, daring to hug my sister, I’ll chop off his damn paw!!!"
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