My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 22: Bring Your Fiancée Back

Quinn Sinclair was the fourth daughter of the prestigious Sinclair Family. With three older brothers, a younger sister, and a younger brother, there were plenty of capable people to handle things, so she was perfectly content to be a freeloader. Before Celia Sterling could even speak, Quinn took her silence as agreement.

"See you at the entrance to Lowell the Third’s family club in an hour. It’s discreet, so your brother might not find out."

Without giving her a chance to refuse, she hung up the phone and immediately sent over the club’s location.

Celia Sterling: "..."

The Sovereign Club, Metropia.

This was an establishment owned by the Lowell Family of Metropia. When Celia Sterling arrived at the main entrance, the third daughter of the Lowell Family, Jasmine Lowell, was there to personally greet her.

She lifted her chin and shot Celia Sterling a look, her tone teasing. "And what wind blew the most precious Little Princess of the Capital Circle our way?"

Quinn Sinclair had arrived as well. She was wearing a loose yoga outfit and a baseball cap with a wide brim, and carrying a large tote bag. She immediately linked arms with Celia Sterling and shot Third Miss Lowell a look of disdain.

"All right, Lowell the Third, let’s talk inside. Are we just going to stand here in the doorway? Worried the lookouts won’t get a clear enough view?"

"Wear a mask." Jasmine Lowell casually tossed a black mask over. "Kian Sterling is fast, ruthless, and precise. Is there any club in Metropia he *hasn’t* warned? This may be my place, but your damn picture has already been circulated among the managers of all the major clubs. Both managers at The Sovereign Club recognize you."

Celia Sterling silently put on the mask.

"Don’t say a word for now. Just lay low. We’ll be safe once we’re in the private room," Jasmine Lowell advised, speaking from experience. "And if your brother calls to check up on you, don’t panic. I invited some of our other friends. They can run interference."

Celia Sterling hummed in acknowledgment. "Got it. This isn’t my first rodeo."

Quinn Sinclair chuckled. "Right. You’ve been to clubs for male escorts more times than any of us. It’s just that your brother brought you every time. With him watching over you, where’s the fun in that?"

Celia Sterling didn’t take the bait. "So, are we doing this or not?"

"We are. That’s what we came for." Quinn Sinclair smoothly took the baseball cap off her own head and placed it on Celia’s. "Let’s go."

Jasmine Lowell led the way, and the group walked calmly toward Private Room 1, only to be stopped in the lobby.

The club manager’s tone was respectful. "Please present your IDs."

Jasmine Lowell let out a cold laugh, her voice dripping with arrogance. "What, you don’t even recognize me?"

The manager was unmoved. "Orders from above. The people brought by Third Miss Lowell must be checked with extra scrutiny."

"Check what? This here is the Eldest Miss Sinclair. Are you blind?"

"We recognize Eldest Miss Sinclair, of course." The manager was exceedingly polite, but also firm. "The other young lady, however... her silhouette seems very familiar..."

"Of course she seems familiar. She’s my cousin, she comes here all the time." Jasmine Lowell jutted out her chin, her face a mask of impatience. "Who brings their ID to their own family’s club? We didn’t bring them."

The manager’s gaze fell on Celia Sterling. "Then could she please remove her mask..."

Jasmine Lowell threw a fit. "She has a bad cold, what’s there to take off! You’re so damn paranoid. Are you even capable of being manager? If not, I’ll have you replaced! I’m going in now. I said she’s my cousin, and that means she’s my cousin. If there’s a problem, it’s on me, understand?"

After that tirade, the manager hesitated before taking two steps to the side.

"Let’s go, cousin." Jasmine Lowell shot Celia Sterling a meaningful look, and the three of them entered the private room.

The Sovereign Club was a members-only establishment, its clientele either wealthy or powerful, and its private rooms were lavishly decorated. On the enormous sofa, several members of their "princess circle" were already there, drinking and chatting with relaxed expressions.

"Started drinking already without waiting for Sinclair the Fourth and Celia Sterling." Jasmine Lowell found a random spot to sit and handed a drink to Celia. "A fruit wine, specially prepared for you."

"I’ll have one too." Quinn Sinclair grabbed a glass and downed it in one go, frowning in disgust. "The alcohol content is too low. There’s no kick to it."

"There’s red wine over there." Jasmine Lowell pointed to a nearby wine cabinet. "You know how it is with Perfumers—smoking and drinking are off-limits. I even had to un-invite a few of our friends who are heavy smokers because of it. This fruit wine is also heavily diluted. I was afraid if she drank too much and something happened, Kian Sterling would kill me."

Celia Sterling took off her hat and mask. Cradling the glass of fruit wine, she sank into the sofa and drawled languidly, "Oh? Aren’t you the one always screaming about how you want to sleep with my brother? Why so scared of him now..."

Jasmine Lowell rolled her eyes at her.

Quinn Sinclair slipped out of her yoga clothes and pulled a sexy, knee-length dress from her tote bag, changing into it. She then sat down next to Celia Sterling, casually and affectionately draping an arm over her shoulder.

Celia Sterling looked her up and down. "You actually brought a change of clothes?"

"I told them I was going to yoga." Quinn Sinclair sighed softly. "I may not have an overprotective demon of a brother like you do, but with so many siblings... that’s six working adults keeping tabs on one little parasite. If each of them spares even a little attention for me, it’s more than enough to be suffocating."

Quinn Sinclair had her own studio, but it lost money year after year. Eventually, she just gave up and let it be. Fortunately, the Sinclair Family didn’t need her to earn money, so their expectations for her were very low. As long as she didn’t get into any real trouble, they left her alone.

Going to a club wasn’t considered scandalous. For the children of Metropia’s elite families, meeting up at a club was perfectly normal.

However, playing with male escorts at a club was not within the Sinclair Family’s range of tolerance.

Quinn Sinclair asked Jasmine Lowell, "So where are the male escorts?"

Jasmine Lowell clapped her hands, and six young men, each with a distinctly different style, immediately walked in.

"There are six of us, so one for each." Jasmine Lowell looked at Celia Sterling. "This party was arranged just for you. You pick first."

Celia Sterling wasn’t one to be coy. Having decided to come out and play, she had already mentally prepared herself. Besides, Kian Sterling had exposed her to plenty of scenes with handsome young men over the years. She couldn’t say she handled it with perfect ease, but keeping a straight face was basic training at this point.

She casually picked one who looked clean-cut and not at all sleazy. "Come over here to me."

Behind them, a waitress came in with a fruit platter and snacks.

"Alright, you can go." Jasmine Lowell waved her hand, watching the waitress who was slowly arranging the fruit platter. "Don’t come in unless I say so."

The waitress respectfully backed out and closed the door.

In the hallway outside, the manager stood around the corner, clutching a photograph. The girl in the photo was proud and captivating, yet her eyes held a trace of youthful innocence. It was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old Celia Sterling.

It was the photo that the demon king at the helm of the Sterling Conglomerate had personally distributed to all of Metropia’s high-end clubs three years ago.

The waitress walked over.

The manager held up the photo and asked in a low voice, "Did you get a clear look?"

The waitress nodded. "I did."

"Was it the girl in the photo?"

"Yes." The waitress paused, then added, "She’s even prettier in person than in the picture."

The manager’s brow furrowed, his expression turning grim. He immediately made a call to his superior.

「Metropia International Grand Hotel.」

A political and business conference between Port Sovereign and Metropia was underway.

Amidst the clinking glasses and the glamour of the party, Kian Sterling sat in an elegant booth far from the clamor. With a cigarette between his fingers, he was making small talk with another person.

The Lowell Patriarch himself called.

Kian Sterling answered. On the other end was the apologetic voice of the Lowell Patriarch. "Chairman Sterling, my apologies. My unruly third daughter took Miss Sterling to our family’s club..."

Kian Sterling listened with a placid expression, his bewitchingly handsome face betraying no emotion. Only when he heard the words "six male escorts" did the beauty mark near the corner of his eye seem to darken.

He nonchalantly flicked away a length of glowing ash from his cigarette and dialed Silas Norwood.

"The Sovereign Club. Go get your fiancée."