A Warm Marriage After Rebirth

Just as Peter Quinn’s arm swung before Seraphina Sterling’s eyes, she effortlessly caught his wrist. Her smile widened, growing even more brilliant as she revealed a flash of small, pearly white teeth. "As a man from a prestigious family, especially a man, you should be a gentleman!"

Peter Quinn never imagined he’d be stopped by a girl. After a brief moment of shock, he struggled to pull free from her grasp, but discovered that even using all his strength, he couldn’t break her hold! What’s more, a piercing, excruciating pain shot up his arm!

"Seraphina Sterling! Let me go!" A moment later, large beads of sweat had formed on Peter Quinn’s forehead. His face was deathly pale, and his weak voice was a stark contrast to his earlier full-throated confidence—he sounded like a completely different person!

"Let you go? Alright!" With a single twist of her hand, there was a sickening CRACK, followed by Peter Quinn’s pig-like squeal of agony!

The crowd instinctively gasped. Even they felt the pain just by watching! ’His wrist must be dislocated!’

"Seraphina Sterling—" Peter Quinn snarled, cradling his dislocated wrist with his other hand. His eyes burned with fury. He had never been so thoroughly humiliated in his life! The pain was excruciating! A piercing, drilling agony!

The person in question continued her carefree smile. "Master Quinn, no need to be so polite! Respecting our elders and caring for the young is a traditional Apex virtue. I’m just doing my best to give you a little reminder, to keep you from going down the wrong path in the future! You don’t have to thank me! I’m just doing what I should as one of the younger generation!"

At her words, Peter Quinn’s fury flared. "Seraphina Sterling—"

"Master Quinn, you really don’t need to be so formal! I may not have many good qualities, but I do have one: I just love helping others!" Seeing Peter Quinn gasping for breath in fury, Seraphina interrupted him once more.

She was the type to drive a person to death with sheer aggravation.

The crowd secretly gave Seraphina a mental thumbs-up. ’This girl is no ordinary person.’ As they watched Peter Quinn’s breathing grow more ragged, a thought surfaced in everyone’s mind: Peter Quinn was no match for Seraphina Sterling!

"To hell with courtesy! Who the fuck is thanking you?! Seraphina Sterling, if you’ve got a death wish, don’t blame me for what comes next!" Grimacing in pain, Peter Quinn roared at the men behind him, "Are you all dead?! What are you waiting for? Get her! Kill this woman! If anything happens, I, Peter Quinn, will take the fall!"

At Peter Quinn’s shout, his pack of cronies immediately swarmed forward, forming a tight circle around Seraphina. One of the men gripped a champagne bottle, staring at Seraphina menacingly.

A fight was imminent!

Instinctively, the guests backed away. They wanted no part in the coming fight, nor did they want to get caught in the crossfire.

A group of men surrounding a lone girl. If a fight really broke out, she would surely be the one to get hurt. But not a single person stepped forward to speak for her. They couldn’t afford to offend the Quinn Family.

Lacking strength, lacking status—the reality of the situation was just that cruel. No one was willing to offend the Quinn Family for someone they’d only just met. Such was the brutal nature of their world.

Even if they felt Seraphina was worthy of their sympathy, sympathy was all they could offer.

Jasmine Faulkner, Faye Sterling, and the party’s host, Aiden Faulkner, had long since retreated to a safe distance. Even if all hell broke loose, they were sure to be out of harm’s way.

At this moment, the three of them shared a single, vicious thought. They hoped the thugs would be rough, even rougher—that they’d beat Seraphina to death. ’And if they can’t kill her, crippling her would be the next best thing! Make it so she can never again set foot in high society!’