Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress - Chapter 44: Chapter 44

Hannah said, "So I don't need to be on guard against you."
Quinlyn was stunned for a moment.
Noticing Hannah's lingering glances at Xavier, Quinlyn raised an eyebrow and thought, 'Seriously, is she into Xavier? Well, that's quite a talent.'
Quinlyn grinned and said, "Well, it seems we see eye to eye on this. I'm not fond of Zachary either."
Without another glance at Hannah's shocked expression, Quinlyn took the noodles to Yasin's room. On her way, she happened to run into Zachary.
Zachary was also holding a bowl of noodles. He stared at the noodles with a face full of grievances, looking like eating another bite was the greatest hardship of his life.
Quinlyn averted her gaze, only to spot Yarden nearby.
Yarden seemed off tonight. Normally, at a booze-and-buffet party like this, even if he'd nearly drowned earlier, he'd have bounced back by now, clinging to Elsie and blinding everyone with their lovey-dovey display.
But at this moment, he was the only one there, slumped against the wall, swallowed by the darkness.
Watching Zachary and Yarden like this, Quinlyn felt a certain indescribable pleasure.
Quinlyn carried the noodles back to the room and forced-fed Yasin.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yasin unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt and wiped the broth from his neck with the back of his hand, gazing intently at Quinlyn.
He said, "You did that on purpose. You're after my body, so you got my shirt wet on purpose."
Quinlyn wanted to snap back, but the moment her eyes landed on his neck, she swallowed her words.
Humans were such strange creatures. If no one ever said something was edible, nobody even gave it a second glance.
Before, when Yasin was soaked to the skin, Quinlyn didn't have any improper thoughts.
But upon hearing Yasin's words, coupled with his unbuttoning the top three buttons of his shirt, his hand gliding over his Adam's apple and collarbone, Quinlyn found herself starting to think inappropriately.
After staring for three seconds, Quinlyn abruptly averted her gaze, snatched up the bowl with forced efficiency, and tossed out, "Just go to sleep already."
Once outside, she thought to herself, 'Time to leave this place, take my savings, and head to a high-end male host club. I'll find a few hot guys and treat myself to some eye candy.
'Could I be any more pathetic? Thank god Yasin is so out of his mind from being sick. Otherwise, there's no way he wouldn't have noticed my hasty escape.'
After taking the bowl out, Quinlyn finally began to savor her barbecue feast.
The wine stashed in the basement tasted surprisingly good, a hidden bonus prepared by Logan. Under the moonlight, the ruby-red liquid shimmered, both seductive and captivating.
Seeing the moon, Quinlyn thought, 'This is just unbelievable.'
An enormous moon now hovered overhead, so bright and close it seemed to hang right above them, bathing the whole villa in a silver glow that turned night into day.
The two bottles of red wine vanished in no time. Quinlyn barely managed to snag two glasses for herself while the rest ended up split between Kevin, Xavier, and their crew of four. The others were too caught up in their issues to join in.
Xavier was wasted. For all his playboy bravado, he was still just a kid at heart. A few glasses of red wine had him completely knocked out.
Staggering drunkenly, Xavier insisted on going to find Yalena. As her ever-devoted follower, he'd been bottling up his feelings for her all night.
Now, swaying unsteadily with every step, he carried a plate piled high with all the food he'd carefully prepared for her.
Hannah's face fell as soon as she saw where Xavier was headed. She lowered her head, clearly wounded. After all, just minutes ago, she and Xavier had been chatting so warmly, standing close together, and hitting it off.
There was no way Yalena would see Xavier; if she ever did, it would have to be in private. So Xavier didn't even make it past the doorway.
With so few people around and the night so still, everyone could hear every word as Yalena turned Xavier down, her rejection icy and unmistakable.
But what none of them saw was Yalena's eyes rimmed red, her shoulders trembling ever so slightly, or the look in her eyes as she gazed at Xavier.
Enraged, Xavier stormed downstairs with the plate still in hand, found Zachary, and punched him square in the gut.
In an instant, chaos broke out.
Zachary, the normally composed heir, didn't back down after taking that punch. He clenched his fist and immediately retaliated with a fierce uppercut.
From Quinlyn's perspective, Xavier and Zachary looked like rabid dogs, clawing at each other with no technique, just trading wild punches back and forth.
Xavier came out completely unscathed.
On the contrary, battered and burning with fever, Zachary's forehead soon glistened with sweat, his fists growing weak. But he just wouldn't back down.
The onlookers muscled their way in and forcibly pulled the two apart.
Upstairs, Yalena rushed out in a plain long dress, her face streaked with glistening tears. She cried, "Zachary, I know you hate me now. Once I leave, I won't pester you anymore. Is that enough for you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xavier roared, "Zachary, who the hell do you think you are? Just because you are a Fletcher? My family's no pushover. Do you think the Fletcher Group will end up yours?
"From what I see, your grandfather's not even that happy with you. He could just pick some obedient cousin from a side branch and groom them instead, couldn't he?"
Before Xavier could finish his sentence, Zachary let out a guttural growl from deep in his throat, tore through the restraining crowd, and lunged at Xavier with terrifying force.
Quinlyn tutted as she watched the scene, shaking her head in mild amusement.
This time, Zachary fought like a cornered beast, struggling with desperate fury. Given his privileged status, no one dared to lay a restraining hand on him.
Xavier snapped, "Getting defensive? That means I hit the mark. You're always so damn arrogant, acting like the whole world revolves around you. You never give a damn about anyone else's feelings."
And then, out of nowhere, he dragged Quinlyn into the argument.
He sneered, "Come on, everyone here knows Quinlyn is your fiancée. You looked down on her before you even met her, and when you finally did, all you wanted was to humiliate her.
"And now? Look at her. Does she even give a damn about you? You..." Before he could finish, another punch landed, cutting him off.
Zachary went completely berserk. His already-cracking facade shattered completely.
Quinlyn scratched her ear absently.
Xavier and Zachary tumbled straight into the mud pit. The ground was still wet, and after just one round, they were rolling around like a pair of mud-covered pigs, completely filthy and ridiculous.
Everyone was on pins and needles, but no one had a clue how to step in.
Spotting Quinlyn, standing there with her arms crossed, clearly enjoying the show, Rita yelled, "Are you enjoying the show that much?"
Suddenly, all eyes were on Quinlyn.
Quinlyn was taken aback by the sudden blame. She tapped her chin thoughtfully and then said, "Well then, how about we do a little cheerleading routine to hype these two up?"