In the year Damian Fairchild was at his poorest, Seraphina Quinn proposed a divorce and kicked him out the door.
On the day of their divorce, news broke that he had died in a plane crash.

Five years later, when Seraphina Quinn's family had fallen from grace and she was at her wits' end, the supposedly dead Damian Fairchild returned to the country with great fanfare.
At that time, he was the all-powerful young master of a financial conglomerate, with a suitable woman already by his side.
At that time, she was so destitute she couldn't even afford her son's medicine.

On the day of his return, he pinned her down before the large bed, “Miss Quinn, I'm not dead. Are you very disappointed?”
Her eyes reddened, her voice choked with sobs, “No… I've always missed you. I'm so happy you're not dead…”
The man leaned down to kiss her lips, coaxing her in a low voice, “How happy? Prove it to me.”
She hugged him back, offering her own kiss.

After a night of passion, he threw a contract in her face, “My fiancée has liver failure and needs a caregiver. You're a perfect fit.”
Her tears rolled out of her eyes: “Mr. Fairchild, one night as a married couple is worth a hundred days of kindness. I am your ex-wife, you can't treat me like this.”
The man's face was devoid of expression: “Miss Quinn, with you, it's all lust and no love. Don't be unappreciative!”

Months later, driven into a corner by him, she begged bitterly: “Mr. Fairchild, I admit I wronged you back then, but I'm pregnant now. Can you please give me a way out?”
The man gently caressed her cheek and pronounced her sentence heartlessly: “The Fairchild Family will not acknowledge an illegitimate child. Get rid of it.”

Later, when the truth was revealed, she fled with her son, and he went mad, launching a global manhunt for her.
Finally, one day, he cornered her at her wedding, roaring in anger: “You can't get married, I am the child's biological father!”
Seraphina Quinn narrowed her eyes and smiled faintly, “I'm sorry, who are you?”

Charles Winslow gave an insidious smile. "Don't be nervous. I don't bite."


As Charles Winslow took a step forward, Seraphina Quinn took one back. "What do you want?"


Charles Winslow said, "Nothing much. I just wanted to ask you for a small favor, Miss Quinn."


Seraphina Quinn furrowed her brow. "A small favor?"


Charles Winslow said, "My daughter cries and begs me for her mother every day, but it seems her mother has been imprisoned by the Winslow Family. Walter Winslow is demanding two hundred million from me before he'll release her. But in my eyes, that woman isn't worth a single penny. So, that's when I thought of you, Miss Quinn."


"I... can't help you." She paused. "To be honest, Audrey Winslow called me for help last night. But I tried. Damian Fairchild refused to get her out..."


Before she could finish, the man cut her off. "Miss Quinn, you didn't try your hardest."


Chapter 82 - Chapter 82: He, Stung Her