Chapter 504: Chapter 504

Noticing her guilt, Lucas Laine gave her a gentle smile, his tone very soft.

"It doesn’t hurt at all, they’re just minor injuries, they’ll heal quickly."

How could they be minor injuries... judging from his complexion, it was clear he was badly hurt!

The guilt in Serena Everett’s heart deepened a few degrees, and she walked out of the room, instructing the Hidden Guard to fetch the injury medicine she had previously developed. Her medicine was hundreds of times more effective than ordinary medicine, enabling wounds to heal faster.

Damian Quinn also understood that if it wasn’t for Lucas Laine helping to cover for them, they wouldn’t have left so smoothly before.

His gaze fell on Lucas Laine, and he spoke in a deep voice, "Thank you for helping this time, consider it a favor I owe you, if you need anything in the future, feel free to let me know..."

Lucas Laine shot him a cool glance, sneering, and interrupted him with a mocking tone.

"I’m helping Serena, what does it have to do with you? Master Damian, don’t be so presumptuous."

The temperature in the room dropped instantly, chilling to the point that made people’s bodies shiver involuntarily.

Watching this scene, Chase Sherman and the others standing aside silently bowed their heads, not daring to make a sound, only daring to marvel secretly in their hearts.

Click, click, click, look at the tension between these two!

Truly, when romantic rivals meet, their eyes are especially red with anger!

Damian Quinn’s mesmerizing eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous aura emanating naturally.

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I’m Serena’s fiancé, Serena and I are one, the Vice Alliance Hierarch helping Serena is like helping me."

Hearing the man’s emphasis on the words "fiancée," Lucas Laine’s handsome face immediately sank.

The room’s temperature dropped even further.

The Hidden Guard quickly delivered the ointment, and Serena Everett reentered the room with it, immediately sensing the strange atmosphere.

She blinked her beautiful eyes lightly, looking at the two of them in confusion, but couldn’t discern anything unusual from their faces.

Having witnessed everything, Chase Sherman couldn’t help but silently marvel in his heart.

Click, click, click, the speed at which Master Damian and Lucas Laine change faces is truly astounding! They were at each other’s throats just now, full of tension, but as soon as Miss Serena returned, they acted as if nothing had happened!

Serena: "Lucas, this ointment is very effective for external injuries, apply it three times tomorrow."

In front of Serena, Lucas Laine was always gentle, a faint smile gracing his lips, appearing warm and gentle as jade.

"Alright, I got it, Serena."

Damian Quinn’s deep, magnetic voice interjected at the right moment.

"Serena, take the medicine first."

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Serena obediently nodded, just finishing her medicine when Winston Winslow strode in.

Seeing Winston Winslow, Serena pursed her red lips, lowering her head.

"I was wrong for secretly leaving without telling you, please punish me!"

At the mention of this matter, Winston Winslow was naturally full of anger, but seeing the girl’s pale face, how could he bear to say a harsh word?

Damian Quinn stood beside the girl, also respectfully addressing him, knowing Winston Winslow didn’t think much of him, so he addressed him as Mr. Winslow.

Winston Winslow didn’t speak, his icy gaze falling on him, prompting Damian Quinn to speak up on his own.

"Serena, you chat with Master, I’ll wait outside for you."

At least he has some sense...

Winston Winslow snorted coldly before getting down to business, his expression turning serious, speaking solemnly.

"Serena, the side effects caused by the X Potion have only been temporarily suppressed, but they will recur later, and today they injected you with a catalyst, which will make the pain even stronger each time it occurs..."

Boohoo, writing is so painful... these writing blocks are driving me crazy! So please, babies, don’t blame me for updating less, it’s all the writing block’s fault [manually covering head]