Chapter 277: Chapter 277
The man lowered his voice and called out again, as if an electric feather brushed across her heart, sending tingles down her spine.
Serena’s heart tilted slightly towards him without her realizing it.
Noticing the wavering in the young girl’s eyes, Damian Quinn curled his thin lips in delight, with an unmistakable smugness in his tone, "Didn’t you see it, big brother? Serena chose me."
Elliot Everett’s face turned a shade of green from anger, and jealousy overflowed in his heart, "What the hell did you say to Serena, and what tricks did you use to confuse her?!"
"That’s a secret between me and my little fiancée."
Seeing Elliot Everett get so angry, Damian Quinn’s tone became even more smug.
The more smug Damian Quinn became, the more furious Elliot Everett got, "Don’t be so smug, I’m not letting you take Serena away today!"
As soon as Damian Quinn finished speaking, Chase Sherman respectfully acknowledged and, along with a group of black-suited bodyguards, rushed up to block Elliot Everett.
The two groups tangled with each other immediately, and the banquet hall descended into chaos.
Damian Quinn flashed a devilish and provocative smile at Elliot Everett, watching his face darken with rage as he cheerfully left with the girl.
"Stop provoking my big brother!"
Serena gave him a dissatisfied glance.
"Serena, he provoked me first, and you’re still taking his side!"
Damian Quinn lowered his captivating, alluring eyes with a look of grievance and sadness, softening anyone’s heart effortlessly.
Serena clicked her tongue lightly against her back molar.
"I’ve already left with you, stop angering big brother!"
"Ha..." Damian Quinn let out a displeased hum, staring at her full of resentment, "Baby, you agreed to come with me just ’cause you’re lusting after my body!"
She admitted she was indeed enticed by his promise to wear racing gear!
But what’s wrong with a girl being a little flirty?
After this thought, Serena lazily looked at him with her stunning fox-like eyes, her tone languid.
"Can’t I lust after my fiancé’s body?"
Hearing the girl call him fiancé, Damian Quinn’s attractive and sensual lips instantly curved up, his lazy, magnetic voice filled with laughter, seductive and sexy.
"Of course you can, my body’s all yours to lust after however you like..."
This seductive man is at it again!
Serena’s long and dense eyelashes fluttered gently, changing the subject, "When are you going to wear the racing suit for me?"
"Now." Damian Quinn raised his hand, fondly patting the girl’s head, "After we get back, I’ll change into it."
Serena was quite looking forward to it, she had to admit his body was great—broad shoulders, narrow waist—perfect for clothes, he must look amazing in racing gear!
When she didn’t win today’s race, she was a bit regretful, not expecting she would get to see it so soon.
After this thought crossed her mind, Serena slowly realized.
"You had it ready all along? But you didn’t lose to me?"
Today’s race ended in a draw as they reached the finish line simultaneously.
"Why can’t I wear it for my little one even if I didn’t lose?"
Damian Quinn had a lazy smile hanging from his lips, his whole being exuding seductive allure.
As long as it’s something his little girl wants, he’d do it for her!
Half an hour later, a black Maybach steadily stopped at the villa entrance.
As soon as they stepped into the living room, Damian Quinn received an urgent call from the group, and Serena didn’t disturb him, heading back to her room first.
Serena took a bath first, then lazily climbed into bed, opening her phone to find a message.
Lucas Laine: [Serena, I found some leads on the organization with the star symbol you wanted to check out.]
Seeing the message, Serena’s expression instantly turned serious, immediately dialing his number.
The moment the call went through, it was picked up instantly.
A gentle, pleasant male voice came from the other end of the line.
Upon hearing this incredibly familiar voice, Serena’s expression softened a bit.
"Lucas, what have you found out?"
Far across the ocean, the man had sharp features, deep-set eyes, and a tall, stately figure, exuding an aura of elegance and grace.
Upon hearing Serena’s voice, the coldness in Lucas Laine’s eyes dispersed, showing a gentle warmth as he spoke unhurriedly.
"The organization with the star symbol is one of the underground forces in the mainland—DY Organization. They’ve committed many atrocities, conducting mad experiments, once using hundreds of infants for experiments, drawing widespread condemnation." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novｅlfire.net
"DY Organization?" Serena murmured softly, her eyes cold, "Did you find out why they’re targeting me?"
She had no grievances with the DY Organization, yet they suddenly targeted her, which was very strange.
Recalling this matter, a heavy killing intent flashed in Lucas Laine’s deep, captivating dark eyes.
They dared to harm Serena, he wouldn’t let them off!
"However, Serena, I’ll keep looking into it. Any leads, and you’ll be the first to know."
"No need, let them investigate it instead."
Serena refused calmly, not wanting to alarm him from the start; he had more important matters abroad.
"Serena, we haven’t seen each other for a while, and we’ve become distant." Lucas Laine’s gentle voice resonated with a hint of stubbornness, "Serena, your safety is paramount, I’m not comfortable leaving it to them."
Serena didn’t argue with him further and nodded in agreement, fully confident in Lucas Laine’s abilities, trusting him with this matter.
From outside came Damian Quinn’s low, magnetic voice, prompting Serena to put down her phone immediately, walking with her long and straight legs towards the door.
The other end of the line, Lucas Laine, also heard this close call, and his deep, captivating dark eyes slowly narrowed.
Was this voice Serena’s so-called fiancé?
Serena was usually so indifferent, yet now this voice could address her closely, indicating she hadn’t excluded him...
Lucas Laine’s eyes instantly turned deep black, his grip on the phone tightening, slowly hanging up.
It seemed he needed to return to the country soon...
As Serena opened the door, her beautiful pupils slightly narrowed in rare shock.
The man had clearly just showered, his black hair still damp with droplets trickling down his neck, inexplicably seductive.
What mattered most was his attire—a set of black and red racing gear outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist—but this racing suit was very different from usual.
The outfit was semi-transparent, revealing his perfect V-line and sharply defined abs...
Even through the thin fabric, his well-defined muscle lines exuded strength.
The seductive allure was palpable, full of sexual tension.
Damian Quinn had a smile with his lips, but when he saw the phone on the table—displaying the call history, his captivating almond eyes narrowed dangerously.
So late, Lucas Laine was calling his little fiancée?
"What are you wearing!"
Serena’s fair earlobes grew hot, her exquisite porcelain face flushing with a hint of red.
This racing suit was anything but decent! At most, it was an erotic racing uniform!
Where did he get such an indecent thing from?!
The man chuckled low and hoarse, warm breath tickling her fair earlobe, his deep, magnetic voice laced with flirtation, making her ears tingle unbearably.
"Baby, you don’t like it?"