Chapter 595 You Are Poor, You Are Ugly, You Are Also Stupid
Faced with the glaring difference in skill between the two fighters, Brooklyn took a sip of her red wine, her amusement barely concealed.
She raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. She'd thought Arabella could at least hold her own against Quinn for a few rounds, but this was turning into a train wreck.
Casting a sympathetic glance, Brooklyn chuckled softly to herself. These two were proving to be quite the spectacle.
Arabella bit her lip, took a sip of wine, and her lips shimmered with a fresh gloss.
Quinn waited patiently for Arabella to slip up.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Let go of me, or I'll call for help. There are hundreds of guests here. If each one kicked you, do you think you'd survive?"
Arabella wasn't backing down. She was recognized right away, and it was annoying!
Quinn grinned mischievously, "Looks like I mistook you for someone else. But that's okay, I like to roll with it. You don't have a date tonight, do you? I did a little fortune-telling, and it turns out we're a perfect match. I'll be your date, and you can be mine."
'Screw you, who wants to be a match with you!' Arabella cursed in her head.
"I have a boyfriend," Arabella said, breaking free from Quinn's hold. Once free, she immediately straightened her mask and crossed her arms, glaring at him like a queen.
Quinn recognized her as Arabella, but he couldn't quite understand why she was invited to tonight's event—the Warner family was truly charitable.
"What? Who's your boyfriend? Tell me."
"My boyfriend? He's a bit dumb, a bit silly, a bit ugly, a bit poor, a bit of an idiot."
Brooklyn almost burst out laughing but managed to hold it in. Arabella was indeed a tough nut to crack.
Quinn cursed her under his breath but kept smiling, "With such poor qualities, and you still chose him? Miss, is your eyesight bad?"
"It's not bad eyesight, it's blindness. But now my vision's cleared up! So I've decided to break up with him!"
'That's what you get for flirting with other women! For drinking with pretty girls! Watch me take down you, the playboy!' Arabella thought.
Quinn clicked his tongue, "Your boyfriend's really pitiful. He didn't mind when you were blind, and now that you're better, you're dumping him. Poor guy! So sad!"
Arabella's mouth twitched. She didn't expect that he even had a comeback for that. "People who are pitiful must have something detestable about them. He deserves it. Let him cry!"
Suddenly, Quinn pulled Arabella back into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder, and whimpered, "Fine, let him cry for a bit. Lend me your shoulder."
Arabella fell silent.
Indeed, she couldn't keep up the act!
Arabella aimed her high heel at Quinn's foot and stomped down. The heel nearly pierced through his crocodile leather shoe, sending a sharp pain shooting through his foot.
Hit by the sudden pain, Quinn let out a muffled groan, the sound vibrating against Arabella's shoulder, his warm breath brushing her skin, causing her to shiver.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Quinn's voice was strained with pain, a deep furrow forming between his brows, his breath heavy with the scent of wine.
Arabella paused, then bit her lip stubbornly, "You should've dodged. You deserved it."
Quinn tightened his grip on her. "If I dodged, would you still be in my arms?"
Arabella's body trembled, her slender fingers clutching the hem of his suit, wrinkling it in her grip.
"Who said you could hold me? Let go, or I'll report you." Her words were defiant, but her heel moved off his foot. Thinking about the force she used, his foot was probably half-crippled. If he were more ruthless, the consequences could've been worse.
She was an idiot, and he was an idiot too.
"Go ahead, call for help. Let everyone judge. What's wrong with holding my girlfriend? Call them over, and we can announce our relationship. There are plenty of witnesses, maybe even some reporters... Yeah, with so many beautiful women here wanting to drink and dance with me, announcing our relationship would clear out your competition. Go on, call." Quinn nestled into Arabella's shoulder, refusing to move.
Arabella rolled her eyes. "You're unbelievable! I've seen shameless people, but never someone as shameless as you. Get off me, my shoulder hurts!"
Quinn still wouldn't budge. After all, it was a masquerade ball, and no one knew who anyone was. Even with his title as MBK's CEO, no one recognized him. He was fixated on her.
He hadn't seen her in days, and she was on his mind.
"Admit you're my girlfriend, and I'll get up." Quinn's voice was low and close, sounding intimate.
Arabella clenched her fist, looking up at the neon lights on the ceiling, "Quinn, did you forget to take your medicine for shamelessness?"
"I forgot. Do you have any? I'll take it now."
Arabella was silent.
"You know who I am, but you still won't admit it? Call me something sweet, and I'll get up," Quinn teased, bending over awkwardly but relishing the closeness.
"I should've stomped harder! Quinn, Mr. Kingsley, get up now."
"Keep trying, I haven't heard anything I like yet."
Brooklyn watched the two of them, finding it quite amusing, and leaned against the wine rack to enjoy the show.
Just then, a tall figure appeared in front of Brooklyn, blocking the light.
Brooklyn looked up, saw the metallic mask on the man's face, and nodded in greeting.
"Miss, are you here alone?" The man with the metallic mask spoke first, his voice smooth. He wore a dark blue suit, the high-collared white shirt accentuating his neck, making it look long and elegant, his jawline sharp.
Brooklyn teased, "Of course not, I'm here with my husband."
The man with the metallic mask chuckled, "That's not a very convincing excuse."
He glanced at her ring finger, noting the absence of a ring.
Brooklyn mentally kicked herself. She had taken off her unique diamond ring to avoid being recognized, not expecting to be hit on.
"Sir, please try someone else. Thanks." In other words, she wasn't interested.
The man with the metallic mask seemed even more intrigued, standing beside Brooklyn and following her gaze to the couple embracing each other, a smile on his lips. "Miss, you seem to be saying one thing and meaning another. Clearly envious of others being paired up, yet refusing my advances."
Brooklyn sighed internally, "Sir, please don't be overly self-confident. I have a husband, and hitting on me won't do you any good. Please keep a safe distance."
"Men like a woman who plays hard to get. Miss, you've caught my attention. Be my dance partner later."
"Not interested!" Brooklyn threw out the words and turned to leave.
As she turned, the man with the metallic mask casually reached out and plucked the fishbone-shaped hairpin from her hair.
With the hairpin gone, her long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, covering her elegant back.
Brooklyn was annoyed, "Sir, what do you mean by this?"
The man with the metallic mask brought the hairpin to his nose, "Miss, with a cute Hello Kitty mask like that, how could you be a married woman? Plus, a kitty mask with a fishbone hairpin? Isn't that a signal for someone to take the bait?"
His interpretation was unbelievable!
"You're overthinking it. I like cats and I like eating fish!" Brooklyn walked away, not wasting another word on the man.
At that moment, a spotlight on the stage suddenly illuminated the dim environment, drawing all the guests' attention. Under the bright light, a graceful woman in a deep purple evening gown, wearing a feathered mask, stepped forward.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's event. We gather here tonight to celebrate the 20th anniversary of the Warner Group Bella Vista Foundation. Since its inception, the Warner Group Bella Vista Foundation has supported..." Arabella's mother, Clementine Warner, briefly outlined the foundation's history and contributions. Brooklyn pondered that the Warner Group couple must have named the foundation after their daughter Arabella, showing their high hopes and deep affection for her.
"Bella is short for my daughter's name. Perhaps you didn't know? It's understandable, as our Warner family in Aucester doesn't usually appear in public. But today..." On stage, Clementine continued her speech, and Arabella's heart tightened!
She thought, 'Oh no! Mom won't make me go on stage tonight, would she? Mom has long wanted her to go into business, and this is the perfect opportunity to raise my profile. Mom would definitely do it!'
Quinn already recognized her. If she had to go on stage in this outfit, she couldn't imagine it.
"Mr. Kingsley, I have a stomachache. I need to go to the restroom!"
Thinking quickly, Arabella decided to make her escape!
"I'll go with you." Afraid she'd run off and not return, Quinn held onto her wrist.
"Damn it! Are you stupid? I'm a woman, you're a man! Let go, or I'll wet my pants!"
Quinn was silent.
Arabella shook off Quinn's hand and hurried to the ladies' restroom, fumbling for her phone to call Brooklyn. "Brooklyn, Quinn recognized me. My mom's probably going to make me go on stage. You have to come save me. Brooklyn, help me!"
Brooklyn looked around, "How am I supposed to save you? Send in a special ops team?"
Arabella covered her face, "Brooklyn, stop joking. I'm in the restroom. Come here, and we'll swap clothes. I'll wear your outfit on stage and try to get down quickly."
Brooklyn frowned, "You actually thought of swapping clothes? Alright, I'm coming to find you."
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