Despite Conan's command, Queenie wouldn't stop sobbing and throwing a great fuss. So, Conan had the security guards grab her and throw her out.
The situation was tense, but Conan thought nothing about it.
He sauntered over lazily to Dylan and gave him a challenging stare. Then, he fiercely scrunched his eyebrows together and said, "I never thought that this always calm and collected brother of mine would fight me for a woman.
"If that's the case, I refuse to acknowledge you as my brother anymore."
Dylan's eyebrows lifted very slightly. He subconsciously glanced my way and grinned slightly. "Do whatever makes you feel happy," he told Conan. "I just want to be with Sabrina. I couldn't care less about anything else."
Dylan took a few steps back, walked over to me, and held my hand before placing a chaste kiss on the back of it. He then looked at the desolate Conan and waved his hand at the security guards.
The guards understood the meaning behind his gesture and surrounded Conan at
