Paid To Care, Destined To Conquer Novel

Chapter 253 : Suddenly, a chubby short leg plopped down out of nowhere. Everyone nearby fell silent. 64 EX 55 vouchers "Oh no, I'm stuck!" came a lively, robotic voice from inside the car. A moment later, a long hissing sound echoed as something started deflating inside. Within seconds, Big Ben's once adorably chubby body shrank right before everyone's eyes. Big Ben landed on both feet with its back to the crowd, grunting, "Phew!" It spread its arms wide, reaching behind it, but it just couldn't get it. It whipped its head around. Its gaze zeroed in on Blake's face. Blake said, "Uh, do you...

need some help?" He blurted out, still stunned. Big Ben said, "Could you please use your fancy fingers to poke that tiny little switch on me?" It paused, clasping its chubby hands under its chin and giving its best puppy eyes. "Please, sir." Blake froze. Blake poked the switch. Suddenly, with a loud pop, Big Ben, who'd just been showing off its abs, instantly ballooned back into its lovable, chubby self.

Blake watched as Big Ben cupped its own cheeks and chirped, "Thanks, pretty boy!" Blake said, "No problem." With everyone's attention glued to Big Ben, John took the chance to roll out the wheelchair from the other side. By the time the crowd snapped back to reality, Sebastian was already sitting comfortably, his legs hidden beneath a sleek black blanket. Everything else was completely out of sight. The rich kids and socialites who'd been waiting for some drama were mentally cursing and totally losing it inside. They thought, 'So that's Mr.

Gray, the guy who's been off the grid for five whole years? 'Damn... 12:54 Wed, Feb 4 T... Chapter 253 'He gives off such a cold vibe!' : A 64 55 vouchers Today, Sebastian rocked a custom-tailored black suit, his broad shoulders and frosty expression making him look like he owned the place. The silver-rimmed glasses on his nose were just for style. No prescription, but they somehow kept his intimidating vibe in check. One look from those icy eyes, paired with that gorgeous but ghostly face, was enough to send a soul-shaking chill through anyone nearby.

He had all the women in the room utterly captivated. Nobody said a word. Everyone watched as Sebastian reached into the car. "Big Ben, chill out," a lazy, cool female voice called out before her hand even appeared. Then, a pair of spotless hands reached out from the car and landed right in Sebastian's palm. His large hand closed around hers, firm and protective. Stella emerged from the car, stooping gracefully. The tasseled hairpin, angled in her elegantly coiled hair, swayed gently with her every movement.

In the very next moment, as she lifted her eyes, all her charm seemed to burst forth at once. The crowd fell silent, stunned, and their eyes widened as they watched her in awe. Blake stammered, "S-Stella..." Today, Stella was rocking a white cross-collar top with winged sleeves, paired with a black traditional tailored skirt adorned with subtle patterns. Annette had swept her long hair up into an elegant bun, securing it with an exquisite hairpin with tassels that shimmered with every movement. She was drop-dead gorgeous and totally badass. Not far away, Celia's pupils trembled with shock.

She couldn't help but curl her fingers into a tight fist. "That feeling again!' Celia thought. It was like every time Stella appeared, she instantly had everything under her control. Conrad, meanwhile, couldn't help but pinch his fingers, lost in thought. Blake's sidekicks stood behind him, mouths hanging open. "Man, I wish I had the words for this, but all I can say is 'holy shit!"" 12:54 Wed, Feb 4 T... Chapter 253 63 55 vouchers And when Chloe saw that traditional tailored skirt Stella was rocking, she just scoffed, her lips curling into a cold, mocking sneer.

Blake snapped, "Who the fuck are you?" He was about to lunge at Chloe, but before he could even move, an arrow stopped him dead in his tracks.. Blake stopped at once. "Stella!" Sebastian's thin lips parted slightly, his voice icy to the core. "John." John replied and turned away. When he came back, he was gripping a cold-hued silver longbow, his whole arm taut, muscles straining with the weight of it. Blake said, "Mr. Gray, you..." "Sebastian! What are you trying to pull?" Carlos called out from nearby, his brow furrowed as a sense of dread crept over him.

Gripping his cane, he strode forward in a rush. But Sebastian, sitting in his wheelchair, didn't even bother to look his way. Instead, those sidekicks, sensing things were about to go south, swaggered over with a devil-may-care attitude and blocked Carlos and his people from getting any closer. They weren't about to let him get even an inch nearer. Stone-faced, Sebastian took the weighty longbow from John. Under the sleeve of his black shirt, his arm was pure muscle. "Stella," Sebastian called, lifting his head. His eyes, cold and deep as the ocean, locked onto her face.

Stella chuckled, dipping her head, and handed him the arrow she'd been spinning between her fingers. She offered it with the sharp tip aimed right at herself. Carlos shouted, "Sebastian!" He was so worked up that he kept thumping his cane against the ground, the dull thuds filling the tense silence. Suddenly, Sebastian raised the bow effortlessly with one hand, and in that moment, the icy, fierce energy he gave off sent every woman's heart racing, except for Chloe, the one he was aiming at. Chloe fell silent. She instinctively clutched her bow tighter, her face twisting with nerves.

Without thinking, she edged a few steps to the side. But Sebastian's longbow tracked her every move, his grip rock-steady-never so much as a twitch off target. Stella let her long lashes fall, masking the smile in her eyes. 12:54 Wed, Feb 4 T Editorial Board Editorial Board Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.