Chapter 276: Chapter 276

Serena was perfunctorily dealing with one man after another who came to hit on her, her delicate features showing a bit of irritation. If not for giving face to her brother, she would have left long ago.

Yet another handsome young man approached to strike up a conversation.

"I heard from Young Master Everett that you’re studying medicine. I happen to have a great interest in medicine as well. I hope we can exchange ideas sometime."

Serena casually swirled the glass of red wine in her hand, her voice cold and alluring, "You got the wrong person. I know nothing about medicine."

As expected, the moment she said this, the young man’s expression turned awkward instantly.

The assistant standing by couldn’t help but silently sigh in his heart: the Sixth Miss tells lies without even making a draft! Back when Madam was poisoned, not even Mr. Arthur Bowen could save her, but the Sixth Miss easily detoxified her.

Moreover, Old Mrs. Quinn’s illness was also cured by her. If she knows nothing about medicine, then no one in this world would dare claim they understand medicine!

After the awkwardness, the young man was still unwilling to give up, "Miss Everett, could I at least have your contact information?"

"You’ve got some nerve trying to poach from my corner."

A deep, magnetic male voice suddenly echoed as the doors of the banquet hall were pushed open.

Damian Quinn strode in with his long legs, his handsome, devilish face covered with a layer of frost, chilling just to look at.

As he entered the banquet hall, a deadly low pressure instantly swept over the entire room, and the originally lively scene turned deathly silent in an instant.

"Ma...Master Damian..."

Those present couldn’t help but exclaim, shocked by his appearance, but even more were fearful.

Yet Damian Quinn didn’t spare them a glance as he walked toward Serena at the center of the banquet, his icy gaze also falling on the young man.

The man was long since overwhelmed by Damian Quinn’s aura, trembling uncontrollably.

Damian Quinn looked at him coldly, the oppressive aura around him intensifying.

"Do you want my contact information?"

The man’s fear increased severalfold, his legs beginning to tremble as he hastily shook his head, "No, no... Master Damian, I’ll... I’ll leave right away!"

Watching the young man flee in panic, Damian Quinn snorted coldly, "Is this the kind of trash Elliot Everett finds? None of them are presentable!"

Listening to the man’s words filled with jealousy, Serena couldn’t help but curl her lips.

"Serena, sneaking behind your brother to attend a match-making event?"

Damian Quinn’s gaze fell on the young girl before him, his tone nearly gritting.

"Thinking of changing your fiancé, are you?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ Novᴇl_Fire(.)net

Serena’s extremely beautiful fox-like eyes couldn’t help but show a hint of mischief as she tilted her head toward him, "Can I change if I want to?"

Damian Quinn’s handsome face instantly darkened, his jaw clenching forcefully, making him look incredibly dangerous.

"This lifetime, brother is sticking to you; don’t think of getting rid of me."

Serena curved her red lips, reaching out to hook her arms around the man’s neck, "Don’t be mad. I didn’t sneak off to attend a match-making event; I was tricked here by my brother too."

The moment the young girl finished her sentence, the anger in Damian Quinn’s eyes instantly dissipated, and he raised his hand to hug her back.

He knew it wasn’t the young girl who voluntarily came to this pointless match-making event! It was all Elliot Everett’s doing...

Thinking of everything Elliot Everett had done, Damian Quinn’s long, narrow peach blossom eyes instantly narrowed dangerously.

Elliot Everett is really something! He’ll settle this score later!

"Baby, come with brother!"

Damian Quinn didn’t want the young girl to stay here another second, his large, well-defined hands, as beautiful as artwork, dominantly holding onto her as they left.

Serena allowed the man to hold her hand, obediently following him out.

"Wait..." The assistant trembled, steeling himself to speak up, "Master... Master Damian, President Everett ordered that no man over 24 years old can attend today’s event. You exceed the age limit, so... please... please leave..."

As these words fell, the air in the entire banquet hall suddenly chilled, making it feel like a freezing ice cellar.

Serena’s fair fingers helplessly rubbed her brow, clicking her tongue; her brother is truly a master at mental warfare!

Damian Quinn’s expression had already reached the utmost cold, terrifying to the core.

Everyone present was already trembling with fear, not daring to make any sound, afraid of drawing attention to themselves.

"I’ll go with you." Serena took the initiative to grasp the man’s large hand, softly calming his mood, "Let’s go home!"

The man’s rage was soothed with just a few words from Serena. When he looked back at her, he instinctively reined in his anger, leaving only tenderness.

"Alright, brother will take you home!"

But just as they took a step, Elliot Everett hurriedly descended from the second floor, stopping them.

"Serena, you promised your big brother you’d stay! Oh! The match-making event isn’t over yet, Serena, you can’t leave now."

With those words, Elliot Everett’s challenging gaze fell on Damian Quinn.

He had lured away his most treasured sister and almost cost him his wife; new grudges and old feuds, he’d settle them all today.

Damian Quinn squinted his eyes, a dangerous aura rising unbidden.

If he weren’t the young girl’s brother, he’d have beaten him to the point even his mother wouldn’t recognize him by now!

"Serena, you promised your big brother, you can’t be biased toward Damian Quinn!"

As he spoke, Elliot Everett walked over to Serena, trying to pull her over, but Damian Quinn was quicker, wrapping her entirely in his arms, not letting Elliot Everett touch her in the slightest.

Elliot Everett laughed in anger, his icy gaze piercing daggers into Damian Quinn, "Serena, will you stay with your big brother or leave with him?"

Serena felt a bit of a headache, torn between her brother and her fiancé... truly not knowing how to choose.

No matter whom she chooses, the other will get jealous!

Just as Serena was caught in a dilemma, the man’s voice sounded in her ear.

"Baby, shall we go with brother?"

Damian Quinn’s eyes darkened slightly, his large hand gently rubbing the young girl’s slender waist, his deep, magnetic voice carrying a hint of persuasion.

"After we get back, brother will wear his racing suit for you."

Upon hearing this, Serena couldn’t help but blink her eyes.

She quite wanted to see him in his racing suit again...