CHAPTER 69: CHAPTER 69: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?

But Damian Knight quickly regained his composure and said coldly, "What do you mean by being particularly concerned about her? I’m just concerned about the shooting of the spokesperson. I’d be just as concerned if it were another spokesperson. Is there a problem?"

This time, it was Julian Kingston’s turn to scrutinize Damian Knight up and down.

However, even after a long look, he couldn’t find any flaws.

Julian Kingston actually breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It’s best not to be concerned about her. Then I’ll be straightforward. I’ve fallen in love with your spokesperson at first sight, and I want to pursue her."

Damian Knight’s dark eyes suddenly lifted, a fleeting cold sharpness flashed in them.

But it was only for a moment. Damian Knight hid all the emotions in his eyes—even though he himself didn’t know why he had to hide them.

Julian Kingston was looking towards the castle at the time, so he didn’t notice the brief change in Damian Knight’s expression.

With his firm features, he showed a gentle smile and said, "There aren’t many chances for love at first sight in life. So, buddy, if you don’t mind, I’ll go for it. As for that no-relationship clause you mentioned in the contract, do me a favor and leave it out. Such draconian contracts shouldn’t have existed for 800 years."

Damian Knight asked expressionlessly, "Julian Kingston, she is the spokesperson I personally appointed. She’s my person, and you know I’m very protective. If you’re just playing around, go find someone else. There are plenty willing to let you play around at the bar. They’re willing to play with you, and you can afford it without dragging your family name through the mud."

Julian Kingston discontentedly glared at Damian Knight and said, "Do you think I’m like that kid Ryder Quinn? If I say I’m going to chase her, then I genuinely want to date her, with marriage as the goal. We from military families never casually play with others, especially women. I’m very serious."

Damian Knight’s brows slowly furrowed.

"Do you know what kind of person she is? Falling in love at first sight based on appearances usually doesn’t end well."

Julian Kingston laughed and said, "Don’t worry, I’m a good judge of character. Her personality is definitely a match for me. Besides, whether it’s a fit or not, only trying will tell."

Damian Knight fell into silence.

After a long time, he finally spoke, "Do as you wish!"

With those three words, Damian Knight lifted his foot and walked inside.

In the castle.

Summer Monroe was preparing for the photoshoot.

Unlike the shoot at the Midnight Coffee House, this time she was playing the role of a princess, so she had to wear makeup.

The makeup artist was already familiar with her skin and facial features, applying the makeup lightly yet still making it stunning. Even the makeup artist was so amazed by the result that they couldn’t look away.

"Will it ever end..." Suddenly, the assistant next to her spoke up, "Didn’t the fairy announce her descent in advance?"

"Pfft..." The room full of people was amused, snapping out of their amazement.

It was right then that the dressing room door was forcefully pushed open—

The door opened with a loud "bang," causing everyone to instinctively look over.

Damian Knight walked in with a gloomy face, like the King of Hell coming to claim a life.

With such a strong presence, no one dared to look directly at Damian Knight, and they all quickly lowered their heads.

It was still Summer Monroe who spoke first, "Is there something you need?"

With a menacing face, who exactly was he trying to scare!

Damian Knight gave her a cold glance and said, "The rest of you go out first. I have something to say to the spokesperson."

No one dared to linger, and their actions of leaving were almost a blur.

Summer Monroe stood up from the makeup chair, looking directly at Damian Knight, and asked again, "What do you want?"

However, in the next instant, her wrist was seized by Damian Knight’s large hand.

Because of the pain, she instinctively furrowed her brows. She wanted to struggle, but the grip only tightened.

Summer Monroe glared angrily at Damian Knight, "Damian Knight... what madness is this?!"