Chapter 373: Chapter 373

Inside the private room.

The bottles of wine in front of the man were already empty, and the entire room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

Even though he was drunk, the aura emanating from him remained powerful, and the hint of decay in his eyes did not diminish his handsomeness; instead, it made people want to approach him even more.

Crystal Joyce’s eyes reflected a trace of infatuation. This was the man she had her sights on. How could that damned slut Serena Everett dare to compete with her?!

Damian Quinn, full of rage, didn’t even glance at Crystal Joyce. He roared, his entire being cold and ruthless.

But how could Crystal Joyce give up such a good opportunity? She rolled her eyes and fixated on the man’s bloodshot eyes, guessing that he must be heavily intoxicated.

If she could seize this chance to consummate things with Damian Quinn, she could become the future mistress of the Quinn Family!

By then, how could that slut Serena compete with her?!

With this thought, Crystal Joyce not only didn’t leave the room but approached Damian Quinn, her voice even more sickeningly sweet.

"Master Damian, drinking will harm your health. You can’t keep drinking, Master Damian!"

"Didn’t you understand when I told you to get out?"

As Crystal Joyce approached, Damian Quinn smelled a pungent perfume, which made him frown in annoyance. The chill around him intensified, sending shivers down people’s spines.

Even Crystal Joyce felt a tinge of fear, but she had to seize this opportunity to consummate their relationship; otherwise, it would be hard for her to get close to Damian Quinn again.

Suppressing her inner fear, Crystal Joyce lifted her doe-like eyes, looking at him affectionately, appearing pitiful and touching.

"Master Damian, I know you are hurting now. Seeing you harm yourself pains me. Please, Master Damian, let me stay with you..."

Crystal Joyce was fully aware of her physical advantages. She had a face that evoked pity and sympathy. Given Damian Quinn’s current low spirits, she was gentle and considerate. She couldn’t believe there would be a man who could refuse!

"Get out, don’t make me repeat myself."

Damian Quinn’s voice was icily cold to the extreme, clearly indicating his patience had run out, not hiding his dislike for her at all.

Crystal Joyce did not expect not only to fail but also to be disliked. Her expression instantly became ugly.

How could she be willing to give up just like that?!

"Master Damian, I genuinely feel sorry for you. Serena Everett hurt you ; she’s not worth it. Let me stay with you..."

Crystal Joyce’s eyes were full of unwillingness. She steeled her heart and lunged towards Damian Quinn, wanting to hug him tightly.

But before she could touch him, Damian Quinn avoided her.

Being stabbed by the open disgust on Damian Quinn’s face, Crystal Joyce’s rationality was overridden by anger, and she could no longer pretend, her eyes reflecting a venomous hue.

"What’s so good about that slut Serena Everett? She’s called off the engagement with you and is flirting with other men. Why can’t you forget about her..."

"Seeking death? I’ll oblige!"

Hearing her slander Serena Everett, the violent emotion was already seething within the man intensified. He easily reached out and grabbed her neck, his captivating eyes full of killing intent.

"Cough, cough... spare me... cough cough..."

Crystal Joyce was truly scared now, with no doubt that Damian Quinn might genuinely choke her to death!

Returning from the restroom, Chase Sherman heard the commotion and hurriedly entered the private room, shocked at the scene. He quickly stepped forward to intervene.

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In his fury, Damian Quinn pushed away the interfering Chase Sherman, his eyes full of murderous intent as he tightened his grip on Crystal Joyce’s neck.

"Master Damian, please stop..."

Silas, who sensed something amiss and rushed in, was stunned and enraged, wanting to rescue Crystal Joyce, but knowing he was no match for Damian Quinn, he could only shout.

"Master Damian, have you forgotten your promise to the Joyce Family elders? If they knew how Crystal Joyce was treated, they wouldn’t rest easy in their graves..."

Upon hearing this, the murderous aura around Damian Quinn dissipated slightly, but his expression remained grim and terrifying.

Seizing the opportunity, Crystal Joyce spoke with difficulty, "Cough, cough... Master Damian... you promised... my parents... you can’t break your vow..."

As every second ticked by, just as Crystal Joyce thought she might suffocate to death, she was hurled to the ground like trash by the man.

Silas rushed over to protect her, his face full of worry and distress.

Clutching her bruised neck, Crystal Joyce felt a wave of fear. Her gaze towards Damian Quinn was filled with terror and unwillingness.

Why? What tricks did that slut Serena Everett use to bewitch him to this extent?!

"Your Joyce Family may have been benevolent to the Quinn Family, but that doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate you forever."

Damian Quinn took out a handkerchief and meticulously wiped his hands, as if he had touched something vile, his deep, magnetic voice full of disgust.

"From now on, don’t appear before me again."

The implication of these words was that the Quinn Family would no longer protect her...

Crystal Joyce’s face instantly went ashen. Without the Quinn Family’s protection in Imperia, she was as good as dead...

"Master Damian, I know I was wrong..."

Damian Quinn no longer listened to Crystal Joyce’s cries; he turned and strode out of the room, his cold, fierce gaze landing on the Hidden Guard at the door.

"Master Damian... it was my mistake..."

Seeing the man so furious, the guards at the door trembled in fear, clearly terrified to the core.

Damian Quinn exuded an endless coldness as he spoke, "Throw them back to The Shadow Guard Barracks, replace them all."

Chase Sherman quickly responded respectfully, "Yes, Master Damian!"

The guards, hearing this, trembled, their faces deathly pale, nearly fainting.

The Shadow Guard Barracks was a place for training elite Hidden Guards, and they had barely survived training to be by Damian Quinn’s side. Being sent back meant enduring that life-threatening, brutal training again...

"Master Damian, please spare us this one time..."

Listening to these pleas, Damian Quinn’s expression remained unchanged. Just as he was about to leave The Elysian Pavilion, a severe pain shot through his abdomen, turning his face ghostly pale, as he clutched his abdomen tightly.

"Master Damian, what’s wrong?"

Chase Sherman quickly stepped forward to support him, alarmed by Damian Quinn’s lack of color. Without delay, he shouted.

"Quick... take Master Damian to the hospital!"