Chapter 210

Profusely, smacking her forehead while chuckling.

Arial and Philip held their hands, and strode into the high-end shopping mall for their wedding-outfit.

Berger had also picked up Linda for the same purpose, coincidentally, the four of them were shopping in the same, mall.

Linda narrowed her eyes on the back of the lady, whose arm was in lock with another man.

“Honey, see this beautiful wedding gown” Berger pointed to the glass box, she looked at it, and rolled her eyes, she leaned to his arm.

“Honey, let's go over there” she pointed towards the direction, Philip and Arial were shopping at.

Berger didn't worry, he gave in to her, the two of them strode casually towards the direction.

Arial turned when she heard the sound of heels tapping the marbled floor, the moment her eyes met with Linda, her back stiffened, Philip who has his arm around her shoulder, sensed the sudden reaction.

He titled his head towards the direction of Linda and her husband to be, he saw the pretty standing aside Berger, attractive.

Berger wasn't interested in the little matter, he glanced at the showcase, and saw a dreamy wedding gown, he tapped Linda, and pointed at it.

“Honey, this one” he suggested.

Nonsense!

Linda scolded him in her head, and turned towards, the direction, she shrugged, “let's pick this one” she said, and winked at the man aside Arial.

“Honey, I want to go and use the restroom” she said, Berger, cupped her chin, and nodded after he pecked her lips.

Arial felt like strangling the man in love, that didn't even see any wrong or bother to look at his fiancée, Linda strode off.

Arial looked to her side, and saw that Philip had also disappeared.

She frowns, and looked around, she was too enmeshed in her thoughts.

Berger walked to the counter, ignoring Arial totally, to pay for the beautiful wedding gown.

The four men with their guns, were frightened, the moment Sylvester transformed, one of them pulled his trigger.

Bang!

The bullet flee towards the direction of Sylvester's head, he moved to the side, eluding the bullet.

He picked a bottle, and threw if forcefully, it broke on the head of the man.

He darted towards them swiftly, and slashed two of his assailants in their neck, leaving them bleeding, and moaning, on the floor.

Sylvester kicked the gun, in the hand of the remaining one standing, he was dumbfounded by his speed, that he barely reacted.

He ran to the exit, as quick as possible, he froze, the moment he reached the door, his face turned pale, loosing all the blood on his face.

He fell forward, blooding, seeping from a hole on his back of the head, Sylvester blew the smoke dancing at the muzzle of the gun, he tossed the gun to the floor, and grabbed the man, wincing in pain, with his palms covering his face.

Sylvester dug his elongated fangs at his neck, and drain all the blood