"Sweetheart, this dish is a specialty of Rivenne, give it a try!"
Claire Keaton kept putting food into Serena Everett’s bowl with her chopsticks, smiling at her, completely giving Damian Quinn no chance.
Damian’s captivating almond-shaped eyes flashed with displeasure. Claire had monopolized his little girl throughout the journey, and now she won’t even let him serve her food!
Seeing Damian being thwarted, Ian Everett’s mood was quite good, happily piling food into Serena’s bowl as well.
"Serena, this dish is delicious, try it!"
Serena looked at the mountain-high pile of food in her bowl, a bit helpless, "Enough, Claire, Ian, you don’t need to keep serving food, I’m already full."
"Nonsense! You’ve barely eaten anything; how can you be full?" Claire imdiately retorted, glaring disdainfully at Damian, "Sweetheart, you’ve lost weight during your ti in Imperia. I have no idea how your fiancé has been taking care of you! Honestly, I think you should co back to us soon so we can take care of you!"
Serena sensed the man’s increasing aura of displeasure, and reached under the table to grasp his large hand, silently soothing him.
The man was instantly consoled, his large hand tightly joining Serena’s delicate hand, their fingers interwoven possessively.
"Thud," Claire accidentally dropped the spoon on the ground. If she bent down to pick it up now, she would see Serena and Damian’s interlocked hands beneath the table.
Seeing Claire about to bend down and retrieve the spoon, Serena quickly withdrew her hand from Damian’s grasp, pretending as if nothing had happened.
Damian was amused by the girl’s action, a hint of darkness appearing on his charmingly handso face.
Although he was supposed to be the legitimate partner, it felt like he was the secret lover sneaking around!
"Sweetheart, I’ve had Mr. Goldsmith locked up for you to handle!"
At the ntion of Mr. Goldsmith, Ian instantly ground his teeth, "Serena, that bastard dared to act against ; you must teach him a lesson for !"
Serena agreed without hesitation, her extraordinarily beautiful foxy eyes shimring with coldness, "Sure, no problem."
She is fiercely protective; no one can harm the people around her!
...
"Ah..."
The comatose Mr. Goldsmith was abruptly awoken by an electric shock. Before he could fully regain consciousness, he was t with a heavy punch, eliciting a wretched scream from him.
"Continue the electric shock, kill this animal!"
Seeing Mr. Goldsmith regain consciousness, Ian’s fury deepened, and he kicked him violently, instructing with malice.
He had never experienced such humiliation in his life!
If he doesn’t put an end to this Goldsmith animal today, he won’t be able to vent his anger!
"Yes!"
The Hidden Guard responded respectfully, increasing the electric shock, leaving Mr. Goldsmith trembling and speechless from pain.
"Damn... don’t think... now that The Netherworld Syndicate is helping you... you can act recklessly... I’m not going to spare you..."
Seeing his greasy face made Ian nauseous, and he landed another punch, leaving him battered and bruised.
"Do you think I’d fear you? You should really figure out who I am and who my sister is! One flick of my sister’s finger, and she can crush you!"
"Pssh! Your sister can’t be that capable, can she?" Mr. Goldsmith was outright dismissive of Ian’s words, his eyes falling on him with a venomous glare, "Once I get out of here, I’ll kill you..."
"Who do you plan to kill?"
A girl’s cold and glamorous voice rang out slowly, just the thought of which sent a chill down anyone’s spine.
Mr. Goldsmith heard the voice, his legs trembling even more fiercely; the voice sounding eerily familiar...
Serena walked in with her long and straight legs, her cold gaze landing on Mr. Goldsmith, her presence exuding pressure.
"Lord... Lord Moros..."
Upon seeing the girl’s face, Mr. Goldsmith’s legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees.
There was no way he’d mistake her; this girl was none other than the notorious Lord of the Underworld—Lord Moros!
A few years ago, he had luckily t her once in Imperia and had been shocked ever since, her angelic face contrasted sharply with her fearso actions!
"Sis, this animal just disrespected you earlier!" Seeing Serena, Ian beca more confident.
But Mr. Goldsmith felt as if the sky had fallen; it was like a bolt from the blue. His sister really turned out to be a big boss!!!
"Lord Moros, I didn’t know he was your brother. Had I known, I wouldn’t dare touch him even if I had a hundred guts!" Mr. Goldsmith quickly knelt down, kowtowing to beg for rcy.
Serena lazily leaned against the wall, her long straight legs casually bent, her deanor relaxed yet alluring.
"You’ve committed plenty of evils over these years. Wanting to let you go at this point—isn’t it too late?"
Mr. Goldsmith shivered all over, continuously kowtowing, "Lord Moros, anything you’d like to do, as long as you spare my life!"
"Alright, I can spare you."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Goldsmith’s face lit up with joy, "Thank you, Lord Moros, thank you for sparing my life..."
Before he could celebrate for too long, Serena’s cold voice leisurely sounded again.
"Ruin him, let him never have desires again."
The Hidden Guard reverently replied, "Yes."
Soon, the basent echoed with Mr. Goldsmith’s grueso screams.
Once Serena stepped out of the basent, Damian imdiately strode over and naturally took her hand.
Seeing this, Ian was instantly displeased, "Damian Quinn, what are you doing? Let go of my sister!"
He’s been busy lately and hasn’t had a chance to properly spend ti with Serena. Now that she’s finally by his side, he can’t let anyone snatch her away!
Facing Ian’s glaring disapproval, Damian’s attractive lips curved slightly, speaking slowly, "Ian, you wouldn’t want the things you’ve done in Rivenne to get out, would you?"
This was a threat, a naked threat!
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