CHAPTER 564: CHAPTER 564: WEARING WOMEN’S CLOTHES

"Yes, Father!" Stella cried bitterly, "Only you can save me now..."

But the next second, the call was directly hung up.

"Father..."

Seeing the call ended, Stella panicked and persistently called again, but none of her calls were answered.

Chase Sherman’s mocking voice sounded, "Princess Stella, you still don’t understand that the President of Celestia has abandoned you."

"No... It can’t be!" Stella refused to believe it, screaming hysterically, "Father won’t abandon me! It must be a problem with his phone, that’s why he didn’t answer my call..."

However, in the next second, a Hidden Guard approached Damian Quinn and spoke respectfully.

"Master Damian, there’s a call from Celestia’s President, do you wish to answer it?"

"Put it through."

The man’s lazy, magnetic voice sounded unhurried.

"Speakerphone."

Hidden Guard: "Yes, Master Damian!"

"Alliance Hierarch!" On the other end, the President of Celestia’s tone was extremely obsequious, "Stella was ignorant and offended you, however you wish to handle it, I have absolutely no objections!"

Listening to these words, Chase Sherman almost burst out laughing.

This President of Celestia was surely skilled at saving face, what does having no objections mean, it clearly means not daring to object!

After he finished speaking, Damian Quinn merely lifted his eyes slightly, without commenting.

The President of Celestia grew increasingly anxious and hurriedly added, "If you find it insufficient, Alliance Hierarch, I will immediately publicly sever father-daughter ties with Stella and kick her out of the family!"

Being expelled from the family, she would have nowhere to belong!

Hearing these words, Stella let out a pained howl, sinking completely into despair.

She finally believed it—her father had truly abandoned her...

The President of Celestia on the other end clearly heard her wails, but acted as if he didn’t.

If he wasn’t ruthless enough to abandon Stella, the entire family and even Celestia would be dragged down with her!

Besides, her left hand was going to be crippled; a disabled daughter held no value for him, and would only bring ridicule.

He closed his eyes, suppressing the reluctance in his heart.

Stella was, after all, his daughter, and to remain unmoved was impossible, but for the sake of the family and Celestia, he had no choice.

She only had herself to blame for recklessly offending The Midnight Syndicate and The Netherworld Syndicate!

Even The Sovereign couldn’t save her!

"Alliance Hierarch, are you satisfied with this arrangement?" The President of Celestia’s tone couldn’t be any humbler, "Can you forgive us this time?"

"What you seek is not my forgiveness."

As soon as he finished speaking, Damian Quinn hung up the call.

"No... Don’t..."

Seeing Chase Sherman step closer and closer, Stella, frightened, turned to run, but she was in a wheelchair and couldn’t move, only staring helplessly as Chase Sherman took her arm apart.

"Ah..."

A piercing scream echoed through the street.

Unable to withstand the intense pain, Stella fainted.

Chase Sherman disdainfully tossed her aside, turning to the man.

"Master Damian, what should we do with her next?"

The President of Celestia had already abandoned her; she couldn’t return to Celestia.

Damian Quinn’s tone was emotionless, coldly saying, "Throw her into the slums, let her fend for herself."

Chase Sherman: "Okay, Master Damian!"

The chaotic place of the slums, with Princess Stella thrown in there... the consequences were predictable.

But she deserved it!

...

The old residence.

Damian Quinn returned to the old residence in time for dinner. The servants were already serving dishes, all of Serena’s favorites on the table.

Gael Quinn jealously exclaimed, "Grandma, ever since you got a granddaughter-in-law, you’ve forgotten about us! Look, these dishes are all what sister-in-law loves!"

"So what?" Old Mrs. Quinn justified herself, "I’m biased towards Serena, so what?"

Gael Quinn: "..."

He hugged his own plump self in distress!

Seeing Gael’s deflated look, Serena’s red lips curled slightly, then her gaze shifted to the man beside her.

"Where did you go just now?"

Damian Quinn gazed at her tenderly, speaking slowly, "Went out to handle a small matter."

"Oh."

Hearing this, Serena didn’t ask further.

"Serena darling, come, taste these dishes, see if you like them!" Old Mrs. Quinn warmly invited.

"Alright, Grandma!"

After dinner, Serena was once again monopolized by Old Mrs. Quinn.

Damian Quinn could only helplessly retreat, not daring to contest, heading instead to the study to handle affairs.

After chatting with Old Mrs. Quinn, Serena received a call.

The IP displayed Celestia.

She answered nonchalantly, and a sycophantic male voice immediately came through.

"Good evening, Miss Serena!"

"I’m the President of Celestia, sorry to disturb you so late!"

Serena responded impatiently, "Get to the point."

"Uh..."

The President of Celestia was momentarily stuck, not expecting her to be so direct, but dared not dawdle, hastily speaking.

"Here’s the thing, Miss Serena, I’ve publicly cut off father-daughter ties with Stella, expelled her from the family!

Her left hand has been crippled as she hurt yours, Stella has received a severe punishment, I just hope you and The Midnight Syndicate can show mercy and spare Celestia this once!"

The President of Celestia was not stupid, he quickly grasped Damian Quinn’s prior hint—only by gaining Serena’s forgiveness could there be a way out!

After listening, Serena’s exquisite brows raised lazily, but her red lips curled involuntarily.

Oh, so the small matter he went to handle was to vent her anger!

"I’ll send the End Material to Celestia immediately, you need as much as you want we’ll provide for free, hoping you can forgive us this once!"

Serena got straight to her point, "I want Vincero Island from Celestia."

End Material she could acquire through other means, not necessarily from Celestia.

And although Vincero Island was desolate, its underground resources were rich; in her hands, it could easily earn billions.

"This..."

The President of Celestia obviously didn’t expect her to demand so exorbitantly, furrowing his brow in difficulty.

"Can’t do it?"

The girl clicked her tongue lightly, her tone casual.

"Then forget it."

Without giving the President of Celestia a chance to speak, she hung up unhesitatingly.

Regardless, she had plenty of ways to acquire Vincero Island! Moreover, she was certain he would agree to her condition.

"Sister-in-law, I’ve got something fun to show you!" Gael Quinn suddenly ran over mysteriously.

Seeing his sneaky demeanor piqued Serena’s interest.

"What is it?"

"Heh heh!"

Gael Quinn laughed mischievously, presenting the hidden photo as if it were a treasure before Serena.

The photo showed a miniature version of Damian Quinn, with a handsome yet tense little face, dressed in a pink princess dress, and reluctantly facing the camera.

It was inexplicably cute but also amusing.