CHAPTER 2: CHAPTER 2: DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A BEAST?

"Serena, my Serena..."

As soon as Serena Everett got out of the car, a beautiful woman rushed out and tightly hugged her. Her face was pale, exuding a sense of frailty, and her eyes were filled with longing as she spoke excitedly.

"My Serena is finally back!"

Ivan Everett followed closely behind, his eyes slightly red as he looked at Serena, calling out warmly.

"Serena, I’m Dad, welcome home!"

A wave of warmth swept through Serena’s heart as she nodded slightly, her delicate brows lowered.

"Serena, mommy’s precious daughter, you’re finally back by my side!"

Jocelyn Sterling was unable to contain her excitement, holding onto her while tears streamed down her face, unwilling to let go.

Seeing her emotional state, Ivan Everett quickly approached to support her, "Jocelyn, you can’t be so emotional, your health can’t take it, and since our daughter is back, it’s a good thing, we should be happy, no more crying."

Watching Jocelyn like this, Serena pressed her red lips together and awkwardly spoke, "Mom, don’t be upset. I’m back."

Upon hearing her call her ’Mom’, Jocelyn immediately let go of Ivan’s hand and clung to her arm, looking at her full of hope, "Serena, can you call me ’Mom’ again?"

The disregarded Ivan Everett: "..."

Alright, with his precious daughter’s return, his wife’s attention toward him plummeted!

Serena’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she still softly called her "Mom" again.

"You’re truly mommy’s good daughter!"

Jocelyn’s pale face seemed more spirited, and her beautiful, elegant face couldn’t contain her smile.

"Serena, I’ve prepared a room for you, come with mom and choose one, see which room you like."

Speaking, she gently took Serena’s hand and led her to the villa.

Thoroughly ignored, Ivan Everett sighed helplessly but immediately followed closely.

He needed to hover in front of his precious daughter so she wouldn’t only have her mom in her heart!

The decor inside the villa was even more lavish and opulent, with the servants lined up neatly, respectfully calling out.

"Sixth Miss, welcome home!"

Jocelyn’s gentle voice sounded, "Serena, you have five older brothers, they’re not home now, but I’ve already instructed them to hurry back. You’ll see them soon!"

Serena nodded, her expression always remaining calm, "Okay."

"Serena, this is the room mom specially prepared for you, do you like it?" Jocelyn led her up to the second floor, opened the room, and looked at her with a face full of expectation.

Looking at the room full of pink, Serena pressed her red lips together, then met Jocelyn’s eyes filled with anticipation. After hesitating for a moment, she nodded, "I like it."

"I knew you’d like it, Serena!"

Jocelyn’s smile brightened even more, with so much she wanted to say to her, but feeling sorry for her long day of traveling, she gently stroked her head and spoke softly.

"Serena, it’s late today, rest first, we’ll talk about other things tomorrow!"

"Okay."

"Goodnight, Serena!"

Jocelyn and Ivan Everett reluctantly left the room.

Serena felt somewhat unused to their warmth and care, but her heart felt comforted.

While Jocelyn was holding her earlier, Serena had discreetly checked her pulse. Jocelyn’s health was quite frail, clearly due to an old illness, and she would need to help her nourish it properly.

"Boss!"

Jude Ford’s voice came through the earpiece.

"What you wanted has shown up. The Scorpions are now at The Elysian Pavilion!"

"Got it." Serena’s beautiful, upturned fox eyes glinted with a cold light, "Get ready, and we’ll seize what’s ours."

"Roger, boss, I’ll wait for you at The Elysian Pavilion!"

"Alright."

...

The Elysian Pavilion.

The largest entertainment venue in Imperia, renowned as a place where money flowed freely, frequented by the rich and powerful.

A black Maybach ostentatiously parked at the entrance.

"Master Damian, the old lady called again just now, saying the Everett family’s long-lost daughter has been found. She wants you to find time to visit the Everett family since she’s your fiancée, after all, and you should meet her."

"If I remember correctly, that little girl is only eighteen this year."

The car window half-open, the man inside with a cold and noble aura sat lazily, holding a cigarette between his finely jointed, art-like hands, adding an air of mischief to his icy, celibate features.

"Do they take me for a beast?"

Chase Sherman: "... Master Damian, this is the old lady’s wish, I’m just passing on the message."

"Heh."

Damian Quinn extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and his handsome, wicked face grew cold, making even the surrounding air feel as if it dropped in temperature, sending a chill down one’s spine.

"Get ready, I’ll visit the Everett family in a few days to call off the engagement."

"She’s too young, I won’t be a beast."

"Call off the engagement?!" Chase Sherman was shocked, "Master Damian, the marriage agreement between the Quinn and Everett families was set a generation ago. If you call it off, the old lady will definitely be angry if she finds out..."

"Then don’t let her find out."

Chase Sherman’s face showed deep embarrassment, "But Master Damian..."

Damian Quinn, with no patience left to listen to his rambling, swept a cold gaze over him, drawing out a long tone, "Hmm?"

Just that one ’hmm’ sent a severe chill down Chase Sherman’s spine, making him obediently clamp his mouth shut, not daring to say another word.

At the same time, a heavy motorcycle roared past their car, then parked on the other side.

Serena dismounted with a graceful and dashing move, leaning lazily against the motorcycle waiting for someone, her long, dazzlingly white legs casually bent, paired with her stunning face, instantly drawing countless gazes.

Damian Quinn looked up, his gaze inadvertently meeting Serena’s downcast profile and those long, straight, beautiful legs, his eyes suddenly deepening.

So white, so slender...

"Master Damian... Master Damian?"

Chase Sherman called several times, puzzled as to what captivated Damian Quinn, when Damian Quinn turned back, his piercing gaze striking him, in a cold, impatient voice.

"What is it?"

Chase Sherman was startled by his intimidating demeanor, silently feeling wronged, then immediately spoke respectfully, "It’s the old lady on the phone again..."

There was an uncommon trace of helplessness in Damian Quinn’s cool eyes as he raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, "You answer, handle it."

His grandmother’s call at this time was undoubtedly regarding the marriage with the Everett family, but he didn’t intend to become a beast.

Chase Sherman could only comply with difficulty, "Yes, Master Damian."

When Damian Quinn looked outside again, that young girl’s figure was already gone, his long, deep black eyes narrowing, an unclear darkness overshadowing them.