Chapter 950
Practically identical!
He smiled silently, adjusting his glasses, and began walking straight toward Serena.
His bodyguards immediately flanked him.
Meanwhile.
Serena walked out of the gates, her head down as her fingers flew across her phone screen, digging for any shred of information regarding Marington College’s sponsored students being sent abroad.
As she walked.
She suddenly felt a slimy, repulsive gaze lock onto her.
The sickening sensation made her furrow her brows in disgust.
Her fingers paused, and she lifted her eyes.
She found Sebastian Doyle and his wall of bodyguards completely blocking her path.
She stopped in her tracks, her clear eyes turning frosty.
“The… second Lancaster heiress p>
Sebastian smirked, staring down at Serena’s stunning, icy face, the thrill in his eyes growing more manic by the second. “Hello, I’m Isabella’s boyfriend, the heir to the Doyle family, Sebastian Doyle p>
“Care to make a friend p>
He openly gawked at her face, growing more satisfied and ecstatic the longer he looked.
This arrogant, untouchable beauty was exactly like the woman who had crashed the auction.
Though he had zero proof they were the same person.
The violent, overwhelming urge to pin her down, brutally ravage her, and snap every bone of pride in her body p>
Was exactly the same!
“Get out of my way, you creep p>
Serena shot him a lazy, contemptuous glare, her tone dripping with icy impatience.
Instead of getting angry, Sebastian laughed. He smiled with that gentle warmth, but the sheer, rotting malice radiating off him hit her like a wave. “You’ve got quite the temper, Miss Lancaster. No wonder you bully my poor little sister p>
He raised a hand, his fingers reaching toward Serena’s cheek.
As if he wanted to trace her features.
“This arrogant attitude of yours… it feels incredibly familiar p>
“Have we met somewhere before p>
He moved his hand, trying to cover the lower half of her face so
only her eyes were visible. “Say… wearing
mask, perhaps content
His malicious, probing intent was entirely unconcealed.
Serena’s eyes plummeted to absolute zero.
She stared at the approaching hand, preparing to simply shatter his arm.
Suddenly.
Another hand shot out from the side.
Long, elegant fingers clamped down over Sebastian’s wrist like a steel vice. Snap.
Sebastiandet out a bloodcurdling
scream, his entire body convulsing as he clutched his broken wrist cold
sweat exploding across his
forehead
A tall, imposing figure stepped smoothly in front of Serena.
Dressed in dark casual wear, standing perfectly straight, his
hauntingly handsome face wael
entirely devoid of emotion
His terrifying, aristocratic aura descended upon the crowd like a wrathful king.
“You—” Sebastian’s face contorted in agony, veins popping on his forehead as he shot a venomous glare at the man.
But the vicious insults p>
Died instantly in his throat the moment he recognized that face.
All the color instantly vanished from Sebastian’s face.
“Is the Doyle family tired of existing in Vaelion City p>
The man’s low, freezing voice was laced with a bloodthirsty chill. “You dare touch my fiancée p>
He stared down at Sebastian with an absolute, crushing superiority.
The suffocating pressure radiating from him made it entirely impossible for Sebastian to breathe.
Cradling his broken wrist, Sebastian’s face was dark, his eyes venomous, but he absolutely didn’t dare move a muscle.
He had operated as a ruthless tyrant for years; no one had ever dared lay a finger on him.
But as he met Nicholas Blackwood’s deep, predatory gaze, a profound, inescapable terror crept into his soul.