The ever-smiling Quinn let his handsome face harden into a glare. "Watch your mouth. Don't forget whose turf you're standing on."
"When the old man shipped you off to The Luminary Order, it was to walk the righteous path, not to act like a villain."
"With all that toxic garbage filling your head, your title as their senior disciple is just a joke."
"Since we share a last name, I try to give you some basic respect in public."
"But cross me, and I won't hesitate to play dirty."
Elijah glared furiously. "No matter what you say, I'm still your older brother!"
Quinn shot back. "You popped out exactly three minutes before me. Don't act like you raised me."
"You..." Elijah sputtered.
Maeve clapped her hands cheerfully from the sidelines. "Incredible! I didn't realize I was getting front-row seats to a soap opera today."
"Just out of curiosity, do you guys get into these massive blowouts every time you see each other?"
"Because if so, drop me a pin next time."
"I'll bring the popcorn, soda, and a lawn chair."
Maeve's gleeful instigation made everyone in the room stifle a laugh.
Andres, in particular, found himself more and more captivated. This vibrant, mischievous, and slightly wicked version of Maeve felt like her truest self.
Over the time they'd known each other, he had deduced that she'd been through hell a year or so ago.
Those dark experiences had probably placed heavy chains on her, turning her cold and detached.
But today, she was completely different.
She was flaunting her arrogance, doing whatever she wanted, and being wonderfully unapologetic.
While those traits might look bad on anyone else, Andres wished she would push it even further.
Quinn was his sole, hand-picked disciple and the only heir to The Void Order.
Years ago, some heavy hitters could still coax The Void out of retirement for major jobs.
But as the old man aged, he vanished from the scene entirely, leaving Quinn to act as the face of the order.
So when an unknown powerhouse like Maeve suddenly appeared, Sylvia made a bold guess.
This arrogant little girl might actually be from The Void Order.
Quinn was already infamous for his attitude, but Maeve was even worse.
Only the same master could produce two disciples with such outrageously bold personalities.
Both Quinn and Maeve turned to look at Sylvia simultaneously.
Their answers were perfectly synchronized: "Of course not."

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