Unexpected Marriage: She is the Sugar Mommy!-Chapter 369: Beaten Up by a Woman

In the moonlight, his face, almost completely devoid of paint, barely resembled a person. That was no police officer, it was clearly Quentin Jennings.

Quentin retrieved a small electronic watch from his coat pocket, pressed a button, and wore a pitiful expression: "Boss, I’ve been beaten down by a little girl. Can you come pick me up?"

Endless silence came from the other end of the phone, and Quentin knew he was doomed.

Sure enough, after struggling back to Desmond Fairchild’s side, he received no sympathy from his superior, but a harsh reprimand instead.

"Since the mission failed, accept your punishment," Desmond looked Quentin up and down, a trace of disdain in his deep eyes.

"Yes." Quentin didn’t dare utter a word of protest and meekly accepted his punishment.

Desmond wasn’t entirely unreasonable; he only ordered Quentin to do two hundred push-ups and promised he could complete them once he recovered.

This was already the lightest punishment. If they had been chasing more than just minor thugs today, Desmond wouldn’t have let him off so easily.

Quentin clutched his chest as he entered the infirmary. Shane Sterling couldn’t help but chuckle at his disheveled appearance: "Yo, isn’t this our Deputy Jennings? How did you get beaten up like this?"

"Quit the chatter. Check me out to see if I’ve broken a rib. I’m in so much pain I could die." Quentin groaned as he lay on the hospital bed, urging Shane to examine him.

Seeing his condition, Shane confidently stated: "Don’t worry, you’re not going to die. Even if you broke a few ribs, I could fix you up."

"Can you hurry up? Seriously, can you stop being so chatty?" Quentin’s mind was filled with the image of that woman, those eyes as clear as water were truly captivating.

Although this was the first time he’d been beaten by a woman, if he had the chance to meet her again, he vowed to settle the score.

His mind kept painting the image of that woman as he muttered to himself: "Who is she? What does she look like? Judging from that figure, she should be quite a beauty."

"No way, Young Master Jennings, even you have been captivated? What kind of woman has ensnared your heart? Tell me, I’d love to know." Shane, who had known Quentin for many years, was well aware of his character.

This young master had always passed through a sea of flowers without a leaf touching him; the women he’d been with were too many to count. For Quentin to constantly mention a woman was truly rare.

Just as Quentin was about to speak, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his chest, causing him to grimace and yell in anguish: "Shane, are you trying to kill me?"

"Alright, it’s nothing. What’s with all the shouting? Are you even a man?" Shane patted his hands and sat casually to the side, looking at him with disdain, "Move around a bit, see if you feel better."

After the sharp pain subsided, Quentin indeed felt the chest pain lessen a lot. Moving around seemed to be much easier, and he furrowed his brows and asked: "My rib’s not broken?"

"It’s not broken now, just slightly misaligned. If it happens again, it might break, so please take care of yourself. I’m busy and don’t have time to treat you," Shane said as he sat down and completely ignored Quentin.

"Sterling, do you know any formidable women?" Quentin sat up on the bed, rubbing his chin as he asked.

Shane put down the pen in his hand, turned around, and looked at him leisurely: "Have you ever seen a woman by my side?"

Quentin shook his head: "Indeed never. I’m starting to seriously suspect you might be gay."

"Get lost," Shane spat, pointing to the door, telling him: "Get out!"

"Geez, why are you so petty?" Quentin got off the bed and shambled to the door. Just as he was about to leave, he turned back to seriously look at Shane: "I think if you have a problem, you should get it treated. You can’t be single forever, can you?"

Saying this, he quickly slipped away before Shane could get up. Though he was sure he could take Shane down, he had to conserve his energy to find that hot girl.

Meanwhile, at the White Family’s old mansion.

Skylark stood before Joel White, her face full of guilt: "Young Master, the mission failed."

"I know." Joel sat at the grand desk, studying a newly acquired famous painting.

"Skylark accepts punishment." Skylark knelt on one knee, her charming face cold as ice.

"No need, this group is sinister, and today they merely threw out two decoys to test us. They weren’t important figures." Joel waved Skylark off, "What did you discover during this mission?"

With Skylark’s skills, capturing a few minor targets would have been no problem. The mission failure must have been due to some unforeseen event.

Skylark nodded slightly: "It seems another group is also investigating this hallucinogen transaction, and the person they sent is extraordinarily skilled, not below me."

A flash of insight appeared in Austin White’s eyes, cold light suddenly flashing: "Oh? Did you get a good look at them?"

"No," Skylark recollected, her mind involuntarily conjuring that person’s brilliant smile, but their face was smeared with heavy paint obscuring their features.

"Go now." Joel lapsed into deep thought.

Skylark returned to her room and changed into a fresh set of clothes. Just as she reached the door, she bumped into Seraphina Sinclair.

Noticing the fatigue in her eyes and expression, Seraphina inquired with concern: "What’s wrong? You seem not to be in good spirits? Didn’t sleep well?"

Skylark curled her lips into a faint smile, casually explaining: "Yes."

"I happen to have some excellent skincare products, you should try them." Seraphina seemed in good spirits, pulling Skylark towards the old mansion.

Her intimate demeanor left Skylark a bit at a loss. She never quite knew how to handle others’ enthusiasm, but being not very talkative, she let Seraphina lead her back to the room.

"This is Olais’s latest product. It has all the effects other skincare products have and can also soothe eye fatigue. Want to try it?" Seraphina smiled brightly at Skylark, almost eager to test it on her personally.

Skylark finally understood why Seraphina was so enthusiastic. She wanted her to be a product tester.

She thought, although Seraphina had always been decent to her, she had never been this enthusiastic before—now she knew why.

Gazing at Seraphina’s expectant and earnest eyes, Skylark felt quite uncomfortable, but she still went ahead and washed her face to try the product for Seraphina.

Seraphina observed from the side, taking notes: "The product is indeed good, though the effects need further observation. Right now, your skin shows no adverse reactions, and the moisture results have reached the highest standards."

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Skylark dutifully tried several products for Seraphina, all of which Seraphina carefully recorded.

Before leaving, Seraphina flashed a bright smile at her: "Skylark, I’ll treat you to a meal next time."

Having been exhausted all night, without eating or sleeping this morning, and worn out by Seraphina, Skylark was completely drained. After seeing Seraphina off, she immediately collapsed into bed and fell asleep.