Chapter 544 – My Accidental Bride Is a Fashion Circle Queen Novel

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“Quenlyn, go up and get some rest. I would like to have a chat with uncle,” Herman gave Quenlyn a slight nudge towards the stairs.

“I never said she can leave!”

“Go. Leave this with me,” Herman ignored Father Xylander’s words.

The two families were business partners, but Emma had caused Turquoise to miss out on The Sky Honor Awards. This was something that Father Xylander was already unhappy about. So, it was good timing that Herman had suddenly appeared in the firing line.

Of course, Turquoise, who was sitting beside Father Xylander, acknowledged that Herman was charismatic, but she did not want to acknowledge his boldness. After all, the Miller Family already had a highly capable Emma.

So, she refused to believe that Herman would be able to save Quenlyn.

Wasn’t he asking to be humiliated?

Quenlyn was worried about Herman, but seeing that he was firm, she decided to take a gamble as she lowered her head and headed upstairs to her room.

“Does Master Miller want to negotiate with me? I don’t think you are at the level to do so. It’s best you return home and not embarrass yourself.”

“Quenlyn’s hospital report is in my hands,” Herman said calmly. “I’m sure Uncle Xylander is aware that the Miller Family love appearing on the headlines. If the public were to find out that the Chairman of Xylander Corps has been treating his daughter with violence, I wonder how badly your market value would drop…”

After hearing Herman’s words, Father Xylander sneered, “Are you trying to threaten me? You’re too weak. Go ahead and reveal it! Did you think I would be afraid of you?”

“Don’t forget, Quenlyn is my daughter, that is something that will never change. If this is your trump card, then I’ve really overestimated you.”

“Since I’m standing here in front of you, this obviously isn’t all I’ve got…Uncle Xylander, I simply feel that we should meet each other halfway,” Herman smiled.

Father Xylander looked disdainfully at Herman with doubt, “Halfway? Are you referring to Miller Corps? I don’t care if I work with you guys or not. In all honesty, I can cancel our contract at any time.”

“My sister is currently in charge of Miller Corps; I don’t have the right to wave it around in front of Father Xylander even if I wanted to. That’s why we should stick to what we have before us. I know that Father Xylander enjoys doing exercise and I happen to know a little bit of Kung Fu, why don’t we exchange moves?”

Father Xylander looked at Herman with interest, “You need to know that I’ve been training in Muay Thai for 20 years.”

“I know, that’s why Quenlyn has so many injuries on her body,” Herman nodded.

“Aren’t you afraid that I’d kill you?”

“We still don’t know who will win,” Herman replied with a smirk.

“Since you are trying to dig your own grave, then follow me,” Herman had successfully gained Father Xylander’s interest. The man put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and led Herman to his gym. Over the years, Father Xylander had consistently practiced Muay Thai in order to maintain his body and youth. Although, in ‘some aspects’, perseverance wasn’t enough.

Of course, as Father Xylander’s woman, Turquoise was well aware of this.

“What do you want to compete in?” Father Xylander asked as he pointed to the empty boxing ring.

“Let’s stick to Muay Thai.”

Herman removed his clothes and casually threw them on the ground, until he was only left with a thin undershirt, “If I win, then from today onwards, you’re not allowed to lay even a fi**ger on Quenlyn.”

“What if I win?” Father Xylander scoffed.

“You can do whatever you want with me…”

Father Xylander looked in detail at Herman. Although he felt that Herman was still trying to dig his own grave, he realized that this Fourth Master of the Miller Family wasn’t simply someone that made easy money and sang a few songs.

But, if Herman wanted to win…he was still far from it.

Herman knew what Father Xylander was thinking, but he did not waste any more time on pointless words. The two men jumped into the ring bare-handed and as Herman looked at Father Xylander’s stance, he could tell that he was well-trained.

“What do you think? It’s not too late for you to surrender. Fourth Master Miller, think about it carefully, Quenlyn is my daughter, do you think it’s worth it to suffer punches because of her?”

“Make your move,” Herman replied straightforwardly.

Father Xylander was like a thug, whether it was business or family, he always had to be in charge, like a mighty king. So, his punches were quick and ruthless with a surprising speed and power. Herman quickly dodged; only inches away from having his nose broken by Father Xylander’s punch.

This move surprised Father Xylander. No one had ever dodged his hits so quickly. Even his training partner, who he had trained with for many years, sometimes found it hard to avoid his attacks.

Yet, Herman actually dodged him.

How interesting…

Herman himself and Herman’s motive for the fight were both interesting…

Actually, Herman had undergone training before. During his school days, he was quite famous. But, he was young and wasn’t as experienced as Father Xylander, so after a few moves, he began to tire out as sweat trickled down his body.

Father Xylander took this opportunity to throw a series of punches, each one at full force, until Herman found himself lying on the floor. However, Herman had no intention to surrender nor admit defeat. Instead, he bravely stood back up on his feet, forced Father Xylander to the ground and released his anger like a leopard tearing apart its prey.

The corner of Father Xylander’s mouth began to bleed, but he was extremely pleased with the fight.

He hated prim and proper men. If Herman had admitted defeat today, he may have looked down on him for the rest of his life. But…

…seeing Herman practically risk his life in order to win, he gave a pleased smile, “You’ve won. I admit defeat.”

Herman sat to the side as he tried to catch his breath. After a few moments, he finally asked, “Do you mean it?”

“You’re quite brave. If Quenlyn had fought back like you did, she wouldn’t have had to suffer so many hits.” After speaking, Father Xylander wiped the blood from his mouth and walked out of the gym.

However, Herman didn’t quite understand Father Xylander’s words.

Meanwhile, Quenlyn was pacing back and forth in her room, unsure of Herman’s situation. Did her father already knock the life out of him?

Quenlyn wanted to sneak out and check on him, but at this time, Father Xylander suddenly opened her bedroom door…

In an instant, Quenlyn froze in fear as she looked at her father cautiously. However, a miracle happened: Father Xylander did not hit her this time.

“The rascal from the Miller Family sure has some guts. Tidy up and come down for breakfast.”

Quenlyn looked like she had seen a ghost; her father had never spoken to her in such a gentle way. What did Herman do?

“I heard you use to go to the same school. For a classmate to do so much for you, he’s not bad. Even if he became my son-in-law, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Huh?” Quenlyn’s mind went blank.

From classmate to son-in-law…how did he make that connection?

Father Xylander glanced at Quenlyn and didn’t say anymore. Of course, Quenlyn didn’t continue dwelling in her own thoughts.

A moment later, the father and daughter returned to the dining room. At this time, Herman was already seated at the dining table with a few injuries on his face.

“Herman…”

“I’m fine. These are marks of a real man,” Herman laughed as he brushed away Quenlyn’s outstretched hands. He then whispered in her ear, “To tell you the truth, I’ve still got a lethal weapon regarding your stepmother that I have not used yet. Wait until I learn how to be more sly, we can give it a try.”

“How many hits did you take from my father?”

“Your father also took hits from me,” Herman glanced briefly at Father Xylander’s injuries. “Don’t worry, your father won’t hurt you for a while.”

“What’s with all the chatter. Don’t think I can’t hear you,” Father Xylander glared at the two. “I admit, I have always resolved matters with violence. But, that’s how I am and that’s how I exp**ss myself. Quenlyn, you can either get used to it, or try to kill me. This is who I am and I will never change.”

“…”

“Master two, have you forgotten what you promised me?” Turquoise suddenly said after remaining quiet for quite some time. “You promised that bet**en your daughter and I, you would always choose me. But, what’s happening now? Are you planning to come to a truce with your daughter?”

“Truce?” Father Xylander looked questioningly at Turquoise, “When have I ever said that? You are always number one to me. Quenlyn is merely my daughter: I can hit her as I like and yell at her whenever I want. If someone wants to stick up for her, then I will have to see if they have the means to do so.”