Chapter 249: Chapter 249

Gael Quinn’s fawning words were abruptly interrupted by Serena Everett: "I’m hanging up."

Although she wasn’t short of money, all her funds were allocated to necessary expenditures, especially the astronomical costs of chip research at the science institute—a bottomless pit that recently swallowed up five billion.

She didn’t have spare cash to lend him.

"Please, don’t just leave me here to die, Sis..."

Serena, fed up with his wails, replied, "Go ask your brother."

As soon as Damian Quinn’s name was mentioned, Gael Quinn’s face instantly showed guilt and hesitation.

He couldn’t possibly tell his brother that he’d raced someone in an underground match and lost, endangering 5% of The Quinn Group’s shares—too humiliating!

Serena raised an eyebrow, "What did you do that needs that much money?"

"I... I bet in an underground race and now I’ve lost. I wagered 5% of The Quinn Group’s shares," Gael regretted bitterly, "If I don’t give the shares, I’ll have to convert it into cash for them..."

Serena was very familiar with such a place, a chaotic mix of all sorts. Winning usually meant resorting to unscrupulous methods.

It’s a hassle she couldn’t care less about, but she was protective. If someone was screwing her over, she wasn’t going to let it slide.

Serena’s tone was indifferent, yet it compelled obedience from others.

"Sis, I’m right at..."

Gael gave the address before realizing her intent, and quickly spoke up.

"Sis, you better not be coming over, right? No, no, you shouldn’t—you’re just a gentle, fragile girl and can’t solve anything here..."

Serena couldn’t be bothered to argue further and ended the call abruptly.

Twenty minutes later, the roar of a bike heralded her arrival, parking stably at the entrance of the underground track.

"Sis, you actually came?"

Upon seeing Serena, Gael felt an impending headache, speaking dejectedly.

"Sis, there’s nothing you can do here. I actually lost to them!"

If he’d known, he would’ve tolerated their provocations, refraining from impulsively gambling with them. Then his sister wouldn’t need to make a special trip!

"Sis, I’ll handle the trouble I caused myself..."

Before Gael could finish, he was interrupted by an exceedingly arrogant voice.

"Gael Quinn, you promised to fulfill your betting debt, so why bring a woman here now?"

Serena’s eyes glinted coldly as she removed her helmet, revealing cascading hair that accented her exquisite features. Truly, she was a rare beauty.

Connor Sheridan and his crew were left speechless, their eyes glued to her.

"Gael, where did you find such a beautiful woman?"

"Yeah, we’ve seen many beauties, but this is a first..."

Connor’s eyes showed a lascivious gleam, "Gael, if you give me this woman, I can extend your deadline, giving you more time to pay..."

"Are you fucking looking to die?"

Before he could finish, Gael rushed forward with a kick.

"This is my sister-in-law!"

Connor and his ilk, famous ne’er-do-wells in Imperia, relied on their privileged backgrounds to get away with anything. They weren’t afraid of Gael but were terrified of Damian Quinn. Upon hearing this, their faces turned pale.

In any other scenario, if Connor got kicked , he’d be fighting Gael already. But now he was utterly subdued.

"Pardon my big mouth, I apologize for the inappropriate comments!"

Serena’s stunning fox-like eyes shimmered with a frosty glare, "If you know your mouth’s no good, better slap it shut."

Connor couldn’t believe his ears, shocked that Serena had so little regard for him. After all, the Sheridan Family was a prominent presence in Imperia, and no one had ever dared disrespect them !

Serena unintentionally bent her long, sleek legs, her delicate brows furrowed with a hint of impatience, "Should I do it myself?"

Though just a young girl, Connor felt an overwhelming aura pressing down on him, leaving him unable to raise his head.

Watching, Gael felt immensely gratified, quickly chiming in with excitement, "Sis, it’d dirty your hands. Let me handle it!"

Connor bitterly clenched his jaw but had no choice. He began slapping his own face repeatedly.

After all, the "Living Reaper," Damian Quinn, was not someone he could afford to offend!

"Didn’t you eat? I can’t hear it; hit harder!"

Watching this, Gael felt utterly relieved of his pent-up frustrations.

"Keep going, what? Lost your strength? Then let me take over—I sure have some!"

Under Gael’s supervision, Connor slapped his face red and swollen, looking utterly ridiculous.

"I’ve hit myself enough, when will you return the 5% of The Quinn Group’s shares?" Connor gritted his teeth.

Talking about it drained Gael’s spirit visibly.

He did own shares, but any movement would be quickly noticed by his brother, and then he’d be in deep trouble!

"How about another wager?"

Serena’s cool, alluring voice rang out steadily.

"We’re up for it!" Connor replied, eager not to back down, "But this time, what are you betting with?"

"Let me tell you, I only bet big. Dare you take it?"

"If I lose, I’ll give you 20% of The Quinn Group’s shares."

Serena’s tone was calm, but her words sent a shockwave through the room.

"What? 20% of The Quinn Group’s shares? Did I hear that right?"

Connor, realizing the stakes, cast a dubious look at her, "Do you speak for Master Damian?"

20% is no trivial matter!

Before Serena could reply, Gael eagerly interjected.

"My sister-in-law holds the highest family authority. My brother listens to her in everything—East, and he wouldn’t dare go West!"

20%? If she wanted the whole group, my brother wouldn’t even blink to hand it over!

Seeing their skepticism, Serena chose not to waste words, pulling out her phone to call Damian Quinn directly.

"Baby, you’re awake?"

Her call was instantly connected, greeted by a deep, magnetic male voice, immeasurably gentle in tone.

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Connor and his crew couldn’t believe their widening eyes; the feared "Living Reaper" of Imperia actually had a soft side?

It was genuinely astonishing!

"Let me ask, do I have authority over you?"