Chapter 190: Chapter 190

"No... nothing really."

Clara Quinn seemed a bit nervous, her gaze shifting uncertainly.

Vera Yates chuckled softly, her eyes turning to the outside, a hint of helplessness showing.

"What’s wrong with you?" Clara Quinn could clearly see it, and her gossipy curiosity was ignited by Vera Yates.

The woman sighed, shaking her head repeatedly, "It’s nothing, just feeling that there are so many men around Sienna."

"What does having lots of men matter? Isn’t she still with a duck? What’s the point?"

Clara Quinn snorted, her eyes full of disdain.

Vera Yates was stunned for a moment, could she be referring to Felix Orwell beside Sienna Quinn? Although she wasn’t sure what Felix Orwell exactly did, he was present when Sienna Quinn returned to the country for the first time.

The attitude of Axel Yates towards Felix Orwell indicated that Felix Orwell was no simple character.

Vera Yates knew but didn’t say, after all, some things are much more fun left unsaid.

Clara Quinn stepped forward. As if offering treasure, she said to Vera Yates, "You’re just too kind-hearted, still thinking about Sienna. You won’t have time to cry when she steals Landon Lawson away one day."

"She wouldn’t do that, Sienna is not that kind of person." Vera Yates said, feigning surprise.

Clara Quinn rolled her eyes. This Vera Yates really is a naive sweetheart, never thinks things through. Hasn’t she ever worried about Landon Lawson being taken by Sienna?

Vera Yates inwardly sneered, even if Clara Quinn hadn’t said it outright, she could guess what was in this woman’s mind.

"You can’t sit back and do nothing , or eventually all the men will be stolen by Sienna."

"But what can I do?" Vera Yates shook her head with a bitter smile.

Clara Quinn’s eyes spun, suddenly furrowing her brows, muttering with some displeasure, "But how can I make her lose face completely?"

"Actually, Stephen is a guy with a lot of pride. Today is Sienna’s birthday party, so nothing can go wrong, like getting drunk or losing face, absolutely not."

Vera Yates spoke with great seriousness.

But Clara Quinn heard it in her heart, her lips slowly curling upward, an idea sparking in her mind, she finally knew what to do.

Sean Carter came back holding Evan Quinn’s hand, only sensing something was off between the two, but couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

Sean Carter pulled Evan Quinn to the sofa, whispering, "Are you sure what you did just now can be kept under wraps?"

Evan Quinn said confidently.

The same trick used twice, lacking novelty.

On the first day returning to the country, Evan Quinn had dealt with such tactics, and repeating them was second nature.

Sean Carter was half-convinced, looking at Evan Quinn with a gaze turning strange.

Is this truly a child under five?

This cunning, this observational skill, if he hadn’t been following behind Evan Quinn, witnessing what the little guy did, Sean Carter would never believe it.

Feeling the gaze from behind, Evan Quinn turned his head, his chubby little face showing a hint of helplessness, "Uncle Sean, why are you staring at me?"

Sean Carter suddenly leaned in closer, squeezing his little cheeks.

Evan Quinn was somewhat bewildered from being pinched, showing a face full of grievance, muttering with his rosy lips, "What are you doing?"

"How old are you really? What’s inside that little brain of yours?"

Evan Quinn rolled his eyes helplessly, people who watched him grow up, did they not know how old he was?

Sienna Quinn turned her head, watching the two who kept whispering endlessly, rolling her pretty eyes.

The lights in the banquet hall gradually dimmed, and a huge cake was pushed out. It was gradually pushed in front of Sienna Quinn and she squinted at the nine-layer cake.

But her gaze remained on Clara Quinn, who wore an unstoppable smile on her face, showing schadenfreude without any disguise.

Why suddenly so considerate? Except Clara Quinn’s acting really left much to be desired.

Sienna Quinn found it amusing, staring straight at Clara Quinn, even somewhat eager to see what her cousin might say.

"Sienna, happy birthday, make a wish and cut the cake."

All the lights were focused on Sienna Quinn, Evan Quinn waved his small hands excitedly, impatiently wanting to cut the cake, luckily held back by Sean Carter beside him.

"What a big cake, Mommy, hurry and cut the cake." Evan Quinn jumped excitedly, urging rapidly from the side.

"Sienna, go ahead and cut the cake, wishing you a happy birthday today."

"Cousin is really nice to me, previously never seen you so attentive." Sienna Quinn smiled, taking the cake knife. As the birthday song played, she cut the cake.

A burst of cheers, a tower of drinks was pushed up, Clara Quinn voluntarily took down the first drink from the top, handing it to Sienna Quinn, her lips curling upward, "This first drink is for the birthday star."

Sienna Quinn took the glass, her eyes showing a hint of intrigue, this drink... should she drink it?

Everyone was watching Sienna Quinn, now she had to drink this glass no matter what.

Others also gradually stepped forward to take their drinks, Evan Quinn excitedly jumping over, casually taking a glass and standing in front of Clara Quinn, calling in his sweet voice, "Aunt, this is for you."

Already with a cute little face, his sweet voice made him irresistibly adorable.

Sean Carter standing by, watching Clara Quinn endlessly refusing to take the glass, fanned the flames, "The child handed it personally, won’t you accept it? If this gets out, it’ll bring shame to the Quinn Family."

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Clara Quinn glared at Sean Carter, who kept dismantling her plans, her chest heaving with anger, unable to lash out with too many people about.

Smiling coldly, she looked Sean Carter up and down, even if he used concealer to cover the injuries on his face, if looked at closely, traces could still be seen.

"Scratched by a woman , don’t you feel ashamed."

When rubbed where it hurts, logically Sean Carter should lash out, yet he was unexpectedly calm, shrugging nonchalantly, "It’s just a scratch, what does it matter? It’s like being bitten by a dog, should I bite back?"

"Seems you need a lesson!"

Clara Quinn squinted her eyes, rolling up her sleeves ready to charge at Sean Carter.

Seeing her aggressive posture, Sean Carter was truly taken aback, not expecting this woman to be so furious.

Regardless of the occasion, regardless of the location!