Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1812

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The Obsidian Sun was already mobilizing.

He had to brace for impact.

It didn't matter who this mystery VIP was, or how many kill squads were waiting in the shadows of the port.

If they dared to point a gun at his sister, not a single one of them would leave Whitecliffe Harbor alive.

...

Project Zero-Transit, Dining Sector.

The moment Serena stepped into the elegant foyer, an impeccably dressed attendant immediately bowed. "Ms. Panacea, The Sterling Sovereign has been anticipating your arrival. Right this way."

She followed him down a plush corridor, stepping into an exclusive, private dining suite reserved for the ship's absolute elite.

As the attendant pushed the heavy oak doors open, a lavish breakfast spread already graced the table.

Nicholas sat by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Hearing her enter, he slowly lifted his gaze.

His dark eyes swept past the attendant, landing heavily on Serena with a lazy, possessive heat.

Leaning back in his chair, he arched an eyebrow, a wicked, indulgent smirk playing on his lips. "Finally decided to grace me with your presence, Ms. Panacea?"

"Leaving me to starve while waiting for you... I must be the most pathetic patron in existence."

His tone was laced with mock grievance.

Serena's lips curved into a breathtaking smile.

She strode right past her empty chair, turning smoothly to sit directly sideways on his lap, her slender arms effortlessly looping around his neck.

The cold, untouchable aura she normally wore melted away, replaced by a radiant, deeply seductive charm.

"I couldn't help it. We're talking about a hundred-and-thirty-billion-dollar asset, after all."

Her fingertips lightly traced the edge of his collar, her voice practically purring. "The ship paid an astronomical fee for my medical expertise. And I am nothing if not a professional."