CHAPTER 63: CHAPTER 63: SERENA SINCLAIR HAS A BOYFRIEND

"Serena Sinclair is just a jinx, if I had known this earlier, I should have..."

Muttering curses, she looked up and directly into the rearview mirror, seeing Adrian Lockwood’s dark and grim expression.

For a moment, it was as if she saw Mason Lockwood.

Beatrice Sutton shuddered inwardly and instinctively stopped talking.

The rest of the journey was in complete silence.

Just upon entering the house, Beatrice Sutton lost her energy. Looking at Adrian Lockwood again, her face was full of remorse, "Adrian, it’s all Mom’s fault. I just saw Serena with that wild man and thought of the trouble she’s caused our family, and I just... I just lost my temper!"

"Do you know who that lawyer was today?"

Adrian Lockwood asked Beatrice Sutton.

Beatrice Sutton shook her head.

Adrian Lockwood spoke in a low voice, "Quentin Xavier, the most powerful lawyer in Aethelgard. He was the one who took on the Ford Family’s second son’s case back in the day."

With just one sentence, Beatrice Sutton’s face turned pale.

That case shocked the entire nation.

The Second Young Master Ford, who should have been the suspect, became an oblivious innocent bystander due to the Ford Family’s maneuvering.

The first trial results came out, and the victim’s family was not satisfied.

They sold their house and car, spent everything they had to hire Quentin Xavier.

Months later, the result was a massive reversal.

The Second Young Master Ford, who was still so smug before the trial, was ultimately sentenced to death for murder with heinous circumstances.

Quentin Xavier, already renowned, rose to fame once again.

And the Ford Family fell because of it, almost vanishing from the prestigious circles of Aethelgard within a few short years.

"How could he..."

She wanted to ask why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

How could a big shot like Quentin Xavier come to handle such a small hooliganism case like hers?

Then she thought of how Serena was now considered Hawthorne Corporation’s person.

And Quentin Xavier was part of Hawthorne Corporation’s legal department.

Beatrice Sutton paused.

Adrian Lockwood spoke coldly, "If you want the Lockwood Group to become the next Ford Family, go ahead and cause trouble."

After he spoke, Adrian Lockwood turned and left.

The car drove away, ears filled with noise.

Beatrice Sutton was shouting.

Zoe Lockwood was yelling.

But Adrian Lockwood only caught one key point.

Serena Sinclair had a boyfriend.

For no reason, he felt restless, the accelerator roared all the way.

When he stopped again, he was already at the old alley entrance.

It was already late at night, yet the narrow-fronted wonton shop was still brightly lit.

Adrian Lockwood, almost as if possessed, got out of the car and walked in.

"Boss, what would you like to eat?"

"A bowl of wontons."

"Alright..."

The wontons were served quickly, and ten or so wontons were floating in the clear broth, with a few pieces of seaweed and dried shrimp and cilantro.

Thinking about how this was Serena’s favorite, while he had only accompanied her a few times here and no more.

Adrian Lockwood picked up the spoon and started to eat slowly.

Upon leaving the wonton shop, Adrian Lockwood couldn’t help but look back at the small courtyard at the end of the alley.

He turned and walked a few steps.

The phone rang suddenly.

In the quiet alley, the crisp sound was particularly sharp.

Adrian Lockwood seemed to be awakened and snapped back to reality.

He hung up the phone and turned back to the car.

The Mercedes turned around and sped away.

Shortly after, a Maybach came and stopped at the entrance of the alley.

Serena Sinclair opened the door and got out, looked at Wyatt Hawthorne who was about to get out to escort her, and said, "No need to see me off, go back early."

As she spoke, a trace of embarrassment appeared on Serena’s face, "I just forgot to put the dishes in the fridge."

For dinner, she made sweet and sour ribs, which weren’t finished and were still on the dining table.

There was no one at home, but a 2S with endless curiosity for human food after all.

Her mind was full of images of 2S holding a sweet and sour rib in its mouth, jumping off the dining table and gnawing at the ribs on the beige carpet.

The sweet and sour ribs were a lost cause.

The expensive carpet in the living room probably couldn’t be saved either.

Serena’s eyes showed a pleading look, "You should go back. And... when you scold it, go easy with your hand!"

Wyatt Hawthorne raised an eyebrow.

Perhaps it was because they spent another pleasant evening together.

Or perhaps, after that "You’re back", she once again showed such unguarded ease and naturalness.

As if he was one of her own.

Just like... that Evan.

It felt as if a sour plum was held in the mouth on a sweltering June day.

The sour sweetness penetrated all the way to the heart.

His mood improved inexplicably.

Wyatt Hawthorne nodded, "Alright."

Serena Sinclair got out of the car and turned on the flashlight on her phone.

Wyatt Hawthorne slowly turned the car around.

Only when she reached the small courtyard door, did Wyatt Hawthorne retract his gaze and drove away from the alley.

Serena Sinclair pushed the door open and entered, the courtyard was pitch black.

Remembering Mrs. Vance had gone to stay at her daughter’s place.

Serena locked the door, fumbled in the dark and returned to her room.

The sound of a squeak was heard as Serena had just finished bathing and left the bathroom.

The feeling was as if a mouse’s tail had been stepped on in the dark.

Or as if someone had taken a step back.

The hair on her back stood on end, Serena quickly moved forward.

A loud clatter, and she pulled open the door.

Saw the silhouette at the door.

"Little, little Serena..."

No trace of embarrassment was on Warren Vance’s face, his eyes wandering over Serena’s face, neck, and all the way down.

Due to just having taken a bath, Serena was wearing a knee-length nightgown.

The overhead light shone over her from behind, making her bright and stunning face even more captivating and alluring in the amber light.

"Little Serena, can I help you?"

Unable to resist, Warren Vance reached out to take the basin Serena was holding.

The basin contained the laundry Serena had washed after her bath—lingerie and underwear.

Without X-ray vision, he couldn’t see if Serena was wearing anything under the nightgown or not.

Just the possibility of her not wearing anything was enough to make Warren Vance’s blood surge with excitement.

"Little Serena, I..."

Warren Vance’s hand had not yet touched the edge of the basin.

Serena raised her hand, and the basin’s edge heavily pushed his hand away, "I don’t need your help... Get out!!"

Mrs. Vance had gone to her daughter’s home.

Warren Vance had feigned an empty house, lurking in the pitch-black ground floor, who knows how long.

Just thinking about him being at the door as she bathed made Serena’s body tremble uncontrollably.

"Get out! Get out!!"

Pushing him hard, Serena forced herself to remain calm.

Lock the door again and change clothes, within a minute she could leave here.

She must move out tomorrow, no matter what she says.

Bang!

The basin in her hand fell to the ground.

Warren Vance lunged forward, grabbing Serena’s wrist, dragging her onto the bed, "Little Serena, I liked you from the first sight..."

"You brute, help..."

Warren Vance covered Serena’s mouth tightly, reaching down with his hand.

The fragrance was rushing into his nose.

Warren Vance, speaking incoherently, said, "You’re divorced, and I don’t have a wife either. Haven’t had a man for so long, don’t you want one? Give me one chance, just... um..."

A muffled groan, it felt like his vital spot would be cut off.

Warren Vance almost crushed Serena’s wrist.

Seeing Serena’s hand reaching under the pillow, Warren Vance snatched away her phone.

He saw the number already dialed out.

Simply hung up, and with a slap he tossed it far away.

"Help... woo woo..."

"Bitch! What’s with the act? Find one man after another, they can sleep with you, but not me? How ungrateful!"

Her mouth was covered, she almost couldn’t breathe.

Serena struggled desperately, kicking and hitting.

But the gap in strength between man and woman was too big.

Her struggles to Warren Vance were nothing but arousing.

In high spirits, Warren Vance viciously pressed down.

Bang!

A loud noise echoed.