Listening to the man’s words, Serena felt a warm sensation rising in her heart. This minor injury didn’t matter much to her, but he was so concerned about it...
"I’ll apply so dicine later. You stay in Imperia and recover, and wait for to return!"
"Baby, I will be a good boy."
The man’s attractive and sensual thin lips curled up, his devilishly handso face adorned with a lazy smile, wicked and alluring.
"I’m really looking forward to my little one’s reward for ..."
Though his words were quite normal, hearing them from him inexplicably made one’s heart race and face flush...
It’s dayti in Imperia, but already late night in Yondale.
Watching the girl’s peaceful sleeping face, Damian Quinn’s expression softened incredibly, his captivating almond eyes focused and affectionate as he gazed at her through the screen.
He knew the girl was busy and tired with the competition in Yondale, so just being able to see her and say a few words every day was enough to satisfy him.
"Master Damian..."
Assistant Sherman entered the room, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Damian Quinn’s extrely cold words.
"Shut up."
Seeing the ongoing video call and realizing that Master Damian was worried his voice might wake Miss Serena, Assistant Sherman quickly quieted down.
Once Damian Quinn confird the girl hadn’t been disturbed, his icy expression relaxed slightly as he turned to look at him.
"What is it?"
Assistant Sherman sensibly lowered his voice, "Master Damian, Miss Crystal is here again... She wants to see you..."
Hearing Crystal Joyce’s na, Damian Quinn’s handso face showed a look of disgust,
"Tell her to get lost, and if she dares to bother again, don’t bla for being ruthless."
Over the years, he had fulfilled all of Crystal’s requests, repaying any debt he owed to the Joyce Family. If she behaved, he could ensure she lived a life without worries for her deceased parents’ sake.
But she developed so inappropriate thoughts... Thinking about the ti in the private room when Crystal tried to throw herself at him, though he avoided it, Damian’s face still felt repulsed.
He belonged solely to his little girl; only she could touch him. Who was Crystal to think she could?
Seeing Damian Quinn’s cold deanor, Assistant Sherman couldn’t help but shrink back a bit out of fear and silently muttered to himself.
Master Damian was indeed rciless to any woman other than Miss Serena!
"Alright, Master Damian, I’ll inform her right away!"
Assistant Sherman hurried out without delay.
As he reached the door, he saw Crystal Joyce from afar, dressed in a white dress, looking frail yet determined against the cold wind, appearing extrely vulnerable, naturally stirring others’ sympathy.
"Assistant Sherman, did Master Damian... did he agree to see ?" Crystal’s clear doe-like eyes filled with hope upon seeing Assistant Sherman.
Recalling Master Damian’s ruthless words, Assistant Sherman glanced sympathetically at Crystal, speaking carefully.
Over the years, Crystal had always been known for her kind and gentle image, without the arrogance typical of other young ladies, always courteous to them. Assistant Sherman held a good impression of her, which is why he risked passing on her ssage to Master Damian.
"Miss Crystal, the wind is strong today, and your health has always been weak. You should head back early."
Crystal wasn’t foolish; she imdiately understood Assistant Sherman’s aning. Her hands at her sides clenched tightly in unwillingness.
Damian Quinn didn’t even want to see her once...
Despite the hatred in her heart, Crystal only showed a sad expression on her face, making her even more pitiable, her voice weak and soft, "I understand. Thank you, Assistant Sherman, for passing on the ssage. Please give this chicken soup to Damian; I specially made it for him."
"This..." Assistant Sherman furrowed his brows in difficulty, needing to be more direct, "Sorry, Miss Crystal, I can’t help you with this favor. You shouldn’t try to see Master Damian anymore; you know his temperant. If you anger him, it won’t end well for anyone..."
Listening to this, Crystal’s heart sank further, biting her lip in frustration, but ultimately fearful of enraging Damian Quinn, she dared not persist.
Showing a sad and distressed face, she spoke with a teary voice, "I... I understand, thank you, Assistant Sherman, for telling so much. I’ll leave now..."
Watching Crystal’s departing figure, Assistant Sherman couldn’t help but sigh in sympathy.
But as Crystal turned around, her face’s sadness instantly vanished, replaced by a gloomy look, coldly instructing the driver.
"Go to The Quinn Residence."
The driver imdiately responded respectfully, "Yes, Miss Crystal!"
Crystal tightly gripped the thermal container in her hand, her gaze as cold as ice.
She had to win Old Mrs. Quinn’s heart during Serena’s absence from Imperia, so she could have another chance to approach Damian Quinn!
She had never failed to obtain what she wanted!
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