Older n really know how to charm people...
Serena Everett, coaxed by him in such a way, felt her initially bad mood lift significantly, and she cast a glance at him with her beautiful, fox-like eyes.
"You’re quite the charr."
Damian Quinn looked at her with his captivating peach blossom eyes, his gaze tenderly wrapped in affection, "I’ve only ever coaxed one little girl."
Hearing this, Serena Everett pressed her red lips together forcefully, but couldn’t suppress the small curve forming at the edges.
After having dinner with Serena, Damian Quinn received a ssage from the darknet, and his eyes imdiately darkened.
The Phantom Hand was actually willing to take up a job, and had even arranged to et tonight!
Interesting...
Soon, Damian Quinn suppressed these emotions, looking at the young woman with eyes that were both tender and indulgent, his tone softer than imaginable.
"Little girl, your brother has so matters to attend to later, so I can’t take you ho. I’ll have Chase Sherman escort you back."
"No need."
Serena Everett shook her head in refusal; coincidentally, she too had so issues to deal with.
They robbed her of the Thousand Spirit Ginseng, surely they must pay for that!
"Alright." Damian Quinn nodded, not pressing to evoke her displeasure, instead he said gently, "Little girl, let take you to try so Sichuan cuisine tomorrow, there’s a restaurant that makes excellent Sichuan dishes, you’ll like it."
Chase Sherman, standing nearby, couldn’t help but secretly sigh in his mind.
Tsk tsk tsk, they only just t today and had dinner, Master Damian has already started thinking about tomorrow!
The sches really run deep!
Serena Everett naturally could see through his intentions, her long, dense lashes gently fluttering, and finally she nodded, "Hm."
The smile at the corner of Damian Quinn’s lips deepened, as he reached out to ruffle the young woman’s head, his tone even more indulgent.
"Rember to send your brother a ssage once you’re ho."
Chase Sherman watched this scene from the sidelines, silently clicking his tongue.
No one treats a daughter as spoiling as Master Damian does!
As he watched the young woman leave, and until her silhouette disappeared from view, Damian Quinn finally withdrew his gaze, the tenderness on his face vanishing instantly, reverting to his usual cold deanor.
"Master Damian, The Phantom Hand previously refused our order, but now suddenly agreed to take it and et up, which seems rather suspicious!" Chase Sherman couldn’t help but speak with doubt, "Master Damian, I’m worried there’s deceit involved..."
Damian Quinn’s fingertip pressed slightly with a clenched feeling, his handso and demonic face showing no expression, while exuding a terrifyingly fierce aura.
"Dare to play gas with , and I’ll make him regret ever coming to this world."
Hearing this, Chase Sherman inadvertently thought of Damian Quinn’s ruthless thods, even after following him for so many years, couldn’t help but shiver.
The Phantom Hand had better sincerely switch allegiances, or if he dares to play any tricks, his life might be at risk...
...
Night.
Outskirts, abandoned warehouse.
A black Maybach parked steadily at the entrance, and from it erged a man both aloof and noble, his face devoid of any expression, yet inexplicably instilling fear.
The guards at the entrance were intimated by his overwhelming presence, barely suppressing their unexplainable fear, and sternly spoke up.
"Stop! If you want to get in, you must let us search you first, only after that can you enter."
"Preposterous!" Chase Sherman imdiately reprimanded angrily, "Who gave you the guts to dare search Master Damian, get out of the way!"
Given Master Damian’s extre cleanliness, their hands would be dood before even touching him.
"This is Mr. Miracle Doctor’s rule, if you don’t cooperate, please leave imdiately!"
Chase Sherman’s anger deepened, "Your Phantom Hand’s arrogance is way off limits!"
Not only demanding they co alone, but now a body search too, it’s simply outrageous!
The guards at the entrance imdiately retorted to Chase Sherman, "These are our Mr. Miracle Doctor’s rules, if you don’t comply then get lost!"
"You..." Chase Sherman was infuriated, but could only suppress his anger.
Damian Quinn’s long, deep peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, an air of danger erged naturally.
The guards at the entrance were as arrogant as The Phantom Hand himself.
"Behave!"
The guards began searching Chase Sherman, yet none dared step forward to search Damian Quinn.
Damian took off his coat, tossing it coldly to them, and then strode inside with long steps, exuding both dominance and arrogance.
The guards at the entrance were stunned by this maneuver, "Damn, just let him in like that? Weren’t we instructed to give him a good humiliation?"
"Yeah, how did we just let him in like that? It’s all your fault for not stopping him!"
"He’s the Quinn Family’s chief, his aura and gaze are frighteningly intimidating, I just couldn’t stop him..."
"Stop talking nonsense, quickly pass the ssage upstairs!"
The ssage reached Jude Ford, who imdiately scurried off to report to Serena Everett.
"Boss, we’ve just got word that people from the Quinn Family have arrived, the guards are leading them into the chamber."
"Everything is prepared as per your instructions, the chamber they’re in is already set with tid explosives, once we shut down the chamber passage, with a single explosion, they’ll have no escape!"
Serena Everett lounged lazily on the couch, her delicate porcelain-white face expressionless, "Good job!"
"Haha..." With the complint, Jude Ford’s face instantly broke into a radiant smile, "Boss, just you watch the show, today surely the Quinn Family chief will co with no return!"
Damian Quinn was led into a chamber, Chase Sherman remaining eighty percent alert, while Damian sat in a relaxed posture, casually crossing his long legs, the oppressive atmosphere around him making people shiver.
"When will The Phantom Hand appear?"
"Our Mr. Miracle Doctor will co whenever he pleases, you have no right to inquire, just wait patiently, or else..."
Before the guard could finish speaking, with a single look from Damian, Chase Sherman quickly understood, imdiately taking action, grabbing the guard’s neck and forcefully pressing his head onto the table.
"Ah..." The intense pain made the guard let out a pathetic scream.
Damian Quinn’s fingertips slightly squeezed, his deep cold voice sounding unhurried, exceedingly arrogant.
"My patience is limited, tell The Phantom Hand to get out here and et ."
"Dare make trouble here... courting death..."
Serena Everett strode out of the passageway, her delicate brows and eyes cold and haughty, looking quite unapproachable.
This voice sounds so similar to his family girl’s voice...
A rare look of shock appeared on Damian Quinn’s face, as he quickly turned his head toward the source of the voice, only to see that little girl’s exquisite porcelain-white face.
How could it be her?!
Serena Everett managed to clearly see the man on the sofa too; the arrogance on her face froze instantly.
Locking eyes, the air fell into a dead silence.
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