Chapter 223: Chapter 223

The most obedient and adorable girl?

Images vaguely emerged in Steven Everett’s mind, and he started to feel tense inside.

He was used to being in this army, surrounded mainly by the men there, and had rarely interacted with girls, not knowing how to do so.

Let alone that Serena was much younger than him, he truly didn’t know how to interact with her in a way that would make her like him as her brother!

Steven Everett rubbed his head, feeling somewhat irritated, and coughed lightly, feigning a nonchalant attitude, though he deeply cared.

"What kind of brother does Serena like?"

Niall Everett answered immediately, looking smug, "Serena likes a brother like me the most!"

"Nonsense, Serena clearly likes me as her brother the most!" Ian Everett promptly refuted.

Watching Niall and Ian Everett bicker relentlessly, Steven Everett appeared disdainful and wanted to throw both out of the car.

He couldn’t rely on them, and his eldest brother’s cunning nature ensured he wouldn’t tell him what kind of brother his sister liked, so it seemed he had to figure it out on his own!

Steven Everett buried himself in thought, contemplating how to make Serena like him and become her favorite brother!

Serena Everett didn’t return to the Everett Family but went to The Pit.

"Lord Moros, you’re here..."

Victor Summers called out flatteringly yet respectfully, with Harvey Summers standing fearfully beside him.

Harvey Summers also followed suit, calling out respectfully.

Unlike his usual arrogance, today he was timid, nearly kneeling in front of Serena, begging for mercy.

After his father gave him a harsh beating, he finally realized whom he had offended!

She was not only the Lord of the Underworld but also the fiancée of Imperia’s Living Reaper, Damian Quinn, and the Everett Family’s little Princess!

If she wanted to kill him, she wouldn’t even need to do it herself; a single word could make him wish he were dead!

Harvey Summers grew more frightened as he thought, his legs weakened, and with a "thud," he directly knelt before Serena.

"Lord... Lord Moros, I lost my head before and greatly disrespected you. I deserve to die a thousand times; however you wish to punish me, just spare my life!"

Victor Summers also quickly pleaded alongside.

"Lord Moros, I have only one son. Please, for the sake of my contributions and hardships managing the underground world, spare my son’s life..."

"Who gave you the face to say that?"

Serena’s delicate porcelain-white face turned cold as she kicked him in the chest, her voice chilling, instilling fear.

"You managed the underworld , and you dare speak of hardships to me?"

Victor Summers was kicked hard to the ground, his face paled in agony, nearly fainting.

Despite the pain, he forced himself to speak weakly.

"Lord Moros, please calm down... Everything’s my fault..."

"Of course it’s your fault."

Serena’s exquisite features took on a hint of wrath, making her incredibly formidable.

"If you hadn’t accidentally saved me once back in the day, do you think you’d still be alive to speak to me now?"

The current underworld had turned into a violent and bloody hell, completely different from what she initially wanted.

Ultimately, she bore responsibility for it too; if she hadn’t given Victor Summers full power, the underworld wouldn’t have turned into this.

Victor Summers sensed the hidden murderous intent in her tone, frightened enough to disregard the pain as he immediately knelt and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Lord... Lord Moros, I know I made a grave mistake. I deserve to die a thousand times, but I beg you, remember the favor from back then, and spare my life..."

No one could have imagined that the once-tyrannical Victor Summers would now kneel before a young girl, even to the point of bleeding from contusions, unbelievable to those hearing.

Serena’s pale fingertips pressed tightly, her beautiful and slightly upturned eyes shone with coldness, "Mistakes require consequences; surrender all your family’s assets amassed over these years..." Thɪs chapter is updated by n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net

Upon hearing this, Victor Summers was overjoyed, "Of course, of course! Lord Moros, I’ll do whatever you say; I’ll surrender the assets without keeping a penny!"

After all, money isn’t as important as life!

Serena looked at him coldly and supplemented slowly, "Also, cripple your legs and get out of Imperia, never to return for the rest of your life."

Victor Summers’ face turned pale again, but ultimately he trembled through accepting, "Yes, I’ll follow Lord Moros’ orders! Thank you for not killing me..."

Though the punishment was harsh, at least he kept his life!

Especially considering that the favor wasn’t from him, he got the privilege for free, gaining the right to manage the underworld, enjoying prestige over the years, committing numerous atrocities, deserving retribution now.

"No... If we’re chased out of Imperia, we’re ruined... I don’t want to leave Imperia..."

Harvey Summers couldn’t accept the outcome, feeling severely provoked, becoming hysterical.

Serena found it noisy, her voice icy, "Take him away and deal with it."

Jude Ford immediately complied respectfully, his movements swift, and soon the room regained its peace.

Serena’s brows contained remnants of hostility, making her look cold and alluring, irresistible for anyone’s gaze.

After handling the underworld matters, the next target was Eleanor Linden.

Wait a few more days, once Summer Miller’s injuries heal, it’ll be Eleanor’s turn for retribution...

"Boss, we’ve already crippled Victor Summers’ and his son’s legs and thrown them out of Imperia."

Listening to Jude Ford’s report, Serena nodded indifferently.

"From now on, you’ll manage the underworld. Report to me only if there are issues."

She couldn’t invest all her time and energy in the underworld as her chip research reached a critical phase, keeping her occupied.

She was confident in handing the underworld over to Jude Ford for management.

Jude Ford responded cheerfully, being the sycophant, supporting Serena’s arm.

"Boss, rest assured; I won’t let you down!"

Damian Quinn arrived to witness the scene, his elongated and deep almond-shaped eyes squinting suddenly, a dangerous aura emerging.

Jude Ford, who had been smiling brightly, felt a sudden chill down his back, and fear surged from within.

Turning his head, he met Damian Quinn’s piercingly cold gaze.

"Do you not want your hand anymore?"