9.9 Billion Bride

He is the emperor of the dark night—cruel and indifferent, rejecting the warmth of women's affection. He ensnared her, viewing her as the antidote to the love poison that coursed through him, instantly addicted, and henceforth, forever beyond redemption. "The women who have glimpsed my body have only one destiny," he declared, donning a refined silver-black mask, his smile sly. "Yet, I find your scent intriguing. You may choose the manner of your demise." Their first encounter saw him pinning her to the carpet. Though commonplace advances typically involved various kisses, he surprised her by biting her neck. The perplexing question lingered: Why was he, not a vampire, drinking her blood?! Upon their second meeting, she fell prey to his bodyguard's abduction, brought before him. As she teetered on the brink of total consumption, a mysterious factor within her body was triggered...

Mo Xiaotao · General

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162: You owe me 9.9 billion! (7)

Fierce Eagle stared at Liam Yancey's departing figure, knowing he was going to see Nancy. Hesitation flashed across his face, and despite the words being on the tip of his tongue, he chose to follow silently instead.

In the living room outside Nancy's bedroom, the maids were all serving food, their faces serious. When they saw Liam Yancey, they paled and trembled, bowing their heads in fear.

Liam Yancey's dark eyes swept over everyone, instantly turning the atmosphere as cold as ice, "What happened?"

He furrowed his brow with a chilling tone, his stern expression was frightening.

Fierce Eagle lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, and then quickly stepped forward to report, "Miss Nancy hasn't left her room for two nights and a day since the night before yesterday. She also won't let anyone in! …"

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