CHAPTER 264: CHAPTER 264: A FEAST FOR THE EYES

As time passed, the party prepared meticulously by Felix Orwell was finally about to begin. Sienna Quinn had been called over early by Felix.

Sienna glanced around and noticed bikini-clad beauties occasionally walking back and forth, plates in hand. Meanwhile, Felix stood nearby, wearing only swim trunks and exuberantly directing the scene.

"Felix, is this your grand plan?"

Sienna’s face turned almost black with annoyance. Had Felix completely lost his sense of reliability? In such a serious setting tonight, he turned it into a pool party... clearly, his roguish demeanor from France hadn’t changed.

Felix hopped over and hugged Sienna’s neck, waving his hand grandiosely, looking like he was instructing a nation, "So, how about it? Just look at how great it is? I can’t stand those boring, outdated parties our elders put together. Look at this champagne pool, and all the bikinis — it’s like a real-life pleasure paradise, a fairyland! This is what a party should be."

Seeing Felix so smug, Sienna sighed helplessly. What could she do? After all, he was her brother. Felix was always this unreliable rascal.

Suddenly sensing a teasing gaze, Sienna looked up at Felix’s eyes. What kind of scheme was this rascal planning now? Something didn’t feel quite right.

Instinctively, she leaned back, wanting to distance herself from Felix.

"What are you planning, rascal? I’m warning you, don’t try anything funny, or I won’t let you off." Sienna always felt Axel Yates was a bit off.

Felix chuckled, snapping his fingers toward the back, and a hot bikini-clad girl brought over a tray with a new swimsuit.

Sienna held it in her hands, surprisingly conservative. This was unlike Felix’s usual style.

He waved a finger in front of Sienna, with a mysterious look: "You’re different from those women. I don’t want other men seeing your enchanting figure, since it’ll all be mine one day."

Felix chuckled mischievously, and Sienna gave him a solid knock on the head, "You big talker!"

Felix pouted, muttering under his breath, "What if I get hit dumb? Who’ll take responsibility if I can’t find a wife?"

Sienna rolled her eyes, taking the swimsuit Felix prepared and went to change. Evan Quinn and Chiara Thorne would arrive a bit later.

After changing, Sienna looked at herself in the mirror. Felix had been thoughtful, not preparing a bikini for her. Although she always maintained her figure well, she was ultimately a conservative girl, not fond of exposing much skin.

Calculating the time, those attending the party should be arriving one after another.

However, upon seeing Felix go all out with this setup, the guests were dumbfounded. Was this a party? This looked more like a pool party. Many were older, and how many could participate in this kind of pool party?

Felix sure knew how to cause a stir.

Landon Lawson stood at the villa entrance, a muscle twitching at the corner of his mouth, his expression exceedingly unpleasant.

"President Lawson... what about this..." Nolan Shaw glanced at his own suit. He and Landon came fully dressed, but it turned out to be a pool party?

Landon gritted his teeth, a flash of anger crossing his pupils: "Is Sienna here?"

"She’s already arrived!" Nolan softly answered.

Landon took a deep breath, stepping forward resolutely, walking inside. Nolan followed right behind; the boss went in, so as a subordinate, he had to push forward too.

Landon’s physique was extraordinary. Once he changed into swim trunks, the rich young ladies outside had already arrived, each fashionably dressed, wearing as little as possible, eager to tear off every piece of fabric on their bodies.

As soon as Landon appeared, there was a collective gasp, and everyone turned to look at him, eyes glued and immovable.

Clara Quinn stared intently, feeling hot all over, her blood rushing. This was truly a first, Landon’s physique was too perfect, with not an ounce of excess flesh, a healthy tan, sharply defined muscles, all just right, neither overly bulked-up nor too skinny.

The young ladies from wealthy families were now internally grateful to Felix. If not for him, how could they have seen Landon’s perfect physique?

Clara took a deep breath, slowly edging towards Landon. Amanda Warren had told her the primary target today was Felix.

Yet Clara had not even seen Felix but had instead noticed Landon, with such an explosive physique, how could she restrain herself?

"Pre... President Lawson!"

She called cautiously, but his indifferent gaze didn’t even land on Clara, still looking around as if searching for something.

Clara stood there awkwardly, Landon treating her as invisible air.

Nolan coughed lightly, breaking the tension: "Miss Quinn, have you seen President Quinn?"

"My father’s talking inside. Is Stephen looking for my dad?" Clara’s eyes lit up.

Finally, with a slight change in his calm eyes, Landon glanced at Clara, "If I remember correctly, Tom Quinn is the Vice President of Quinn Group now."

Clara: "..."

Nolan was speechless. Landon, silent otherwise, sure knew how to hit where it hurt.

Clara’s face paled. Right now, isn’t Sienna the head of Quinn Group?

The President Quinn Landon was searching for wasn’t Tom but Sienna.

Felix stood by a window on the second floor, with Sean Carter beside him, the latter clearly sensing Felix’s current unfriendly demeanor. He coughed lightly and said, "Young President Orwell..."

"Didn’t expect Landon Lawson to have quite a decent physique. Thought mine was peerless, but here’s someone comparable, though still a bit lacking compared to me."

Speaking, Felix didn’t forget to flex his arm, making his biceps ripple.

Pop!

Admiringly patting his robust muscles, he nodded in satisfaction, "Perfect!"

Listening to Felix boast, Sean couldn’t muster any retort. In his quest to attract nightclub girls, Felix had diligently trained, hitting the gym daily. His physique was effortlessly impressive.

Sneaking a glance at Felix’s eyes, Sean noticed the icy hostility.

"Shall we put a dent in his pride now?"

"No rush, I have some important matters to attend to."