Adored Wild Sixth Miss, Even the Ice-Lord Loses Control-Chapter 540: Not as Good-Looking as Him

"I never said that Claire wouldn’t come back."

Serena leaned lazily against the man’s chest, blinking her pretty eyes innocently.

"It’s Third Brother who’s too impatient!"

Seeing the little girl’s justified look, the man’s smile deepened, his large hand gently stroking her waist.

His voice was low and magnetic, making one’s ears tingle.

"Yes, you’re right, my baby can’t be wrong."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

A sudden, forceful cough sounded from behind.

"Big Brother!"

Elliot Everett looked at the girl with extreme doting in his eyes and spoke gently.

"Serena, head back to your room. I have something to say to him."

"Hmm..." Serena hesitated, glancing at them.

Elliot saw through her thoughts and ruffled her hair, "What, is Serena worried Big Brother will beat him up?"

"Don’t worry, Big Brother won’t lay a hand on him."

Damian Quinn, that sly old fox, was good at winning people over. Not only was their precious little sister on his side, but even their mother favored him immensely.

Beating him up wasn’t the wise decision now!

Hearing this, Serena felt relieved and nodded, "Okay, Big Brother, you guys talk."

Before leaving, she didn’t forget to softly remind that certain sly man.

"Don’t make Big Brother angry."

Watching the girl leave, Elliot Everett turned to Damian Quinn, his gentle expression instantly vanishing, replaced with eyes as sharp as knives.

He "smiled" and said, "You’ve eaten, now scram."

Damian, however, replied unhurriedly, "Auntie invited me to stay over tonight."

Hearing this, Elliot immediately objected, "Don’t even think about it!"

Letting him stay at the Everett Family was tantamount to sending their precious sister into the wolf’s den!

"Let’s go, I’ll personally send you back!"

Damian Quinn lightly ground his back teeth, his long, deep-set eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Big Brother, are you too free these days?"

Elliot responded with a "smile," "Indeed, quite free."

Damian narrowed his eyes and nodded meaningfully, "Alright."

No problem, he’ll soon find him something to keep him busy...

...

At the bar.

"Boss, here’s a new batch of male models! See if there’s anyone you like!" The manager said, fawningly flattering.

Hearing this, Claire Keaton lazily lifted her eyes to glance at the group of male models, then withdrew her gaze.

Tsk, none of their butts are as perky as Bianca Everett’s!

And they’re not as good-looking as Bianca Everett!

Uninteresting!

Thinking that tomorrow she’d have to leave Imperia and return to The Netherworld Syndicate, and wouldn’t see Bianca for a long time, Claire felt a bit agitated.

"Boss, let me pour you a drink!"

Yet, there was one who lacked perceptiveness and foolishly approached.

A man with a slick, soft appearance offered a drink to Claire Keaton.

"Boss, let me feed you a drink..."

He looked decent, but his slippery demeanor made Claire Keaton feel nauseated.

"Scram."

Claire impatiently pushed the glass away, her beautiful face cold, making others inadvertently feel intimidated.

The male model was clearly frightened but was unwilling to give up.

After all, it’s rare to meet such a young and beautiful wealthy woman, and she was the owner of this bar. If he followed her, life would be good!

"Boss, I’ll serve you well, just give me a chance..."

The male model continued to edge closer, his overpowering cologne filling Claire’s nose. Her patience ran out, eyes turning icy as she grabbed his neck, ready to throw him to the floor.

Just then, a crisp and angry male voice suddenly rang out.

"What are you doing?"