Chapter 1307
“Oh… so it’s that Elyndorian Captain who’s been making headlines lately p>
“Makes sense p>
“Some country is probably tired of getting crushed by Elyndor and wants her dead before the finals p>
He clicked his tongue, completely devoid of sympathy. “Not my problem, though. With thirty billion on the table, I’d be an idiot not to take it p>
Without hesitation, his finger tapped the ‘Accept’ button.
When the confirmation prompt popped up.
“Heh.” Jasper flashed an impossibly cocky, satisfied smirk.
He stood up from the sofa, already calculating the auction price for The Rose Quartz Isle in his head, entirely unable to suppress his grin. “One job, and I’ve got enough for the pink island p>
“Then I’ll hand it straight to Serena as my ultimate welcome gift p>
He imagined the look on his little sister’s face-how her eyes would sparkle as she looked at him with sheer adoration, crying out, ‘Jasper is the best! I love you so much p>
He was practically floating.
Even better, he was already stationed in Severia.
This job was practically tailor-made for him.
Thinking about it, Jasper hummed a light tune. He slowly reached up and brushed
back a few perfectly styled strands of hair falling over his forehead.
A highly narcissistic, flashy smile graced his impossibly beautiful face.
“Man, even the universe is pushing me to make bank and spoil my sister p>
Top floor of the SK Hotel, Imperial Suite.
Outside the window, the bustling city was just beginning to show the faint glow of dawn.
Inside the suite, the lighting was warm and soft.
Serena had just stepped out of the shower. A loose white bathrobe wrapped carelessly around her frame, accentuating the elegant, porcelain curve of her neck.
She was curled up lazily on the sofa,
her damp, dark hair spilling halfway
down her shoulders. She looked like
a cat that had just eaten her fill
was settling down for a
nap relaxed, yet exuding am
end
intrinsic, icy beauty.
Nicholas Blackwood sat beside her.
The man wore a black silk dress shirt, the collar slightly unbuttoned to reveal the sharp line of his collarbone. His posture was elegant and relaxed.
His long, defined fingers swiped through the data pages on a tablet. His voice was kept low as he walked her through the core files they had extracted from the Subterranean Bio-Lab that night.
A glass of warm milk was handed over.
Jerrick Lancaster stood there with a dark expression, his voice stiff but unable to hide an awkward layer of concern. “You’ve been up all night. Drink something warm. You need to rest; the competition is today p>
Once Serena took the milk.
He grabbed a chair with a blank face, dragged it over with a loud screech, and
wedged it firmly right between Serena and Nicholas.
Then, he sat down securely.
Arms crossed.
Back straight.
His sharp eyes glared fiercely at Nicholas.
The warning in his gaze was unmistakable: *Don’t even think about making a move
on Serena! I’m watching your every move p>
Nicholas stayed quiet.
He raised a hand to rub his brow and let out a soft sigh.
A rare trace of helpless resignation crossed his refined, aristocratic face.
But unfortunately, the man sitting between them was Serena’s brother.
He couldn’t hit him, couldn’t curse at him.
And he definitely couldn’t throw him out the window.
Nicholas had no choice but to reach past the human barricade, handing a peeled apple to Serena. His voice was soft and innocent. “Here, Serena. Have an apple p>
Serena lifted her gaze, glancing at the brother sitting between them who practically had ‘Maximum Security written across his forehead. A faint smile touched her lips, she was completely used to this.
She took the apple and took a bite. It was crisp and sweet.