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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 · Integral
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1285 Chs

200: She is the Duchess (2)

The male servants placed the tray on a table near the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling window, unveiling its contents in front of Tara Summer.

"Madam, please enjoy." The five of them promptly retreated.

As Tara sat down, a casual glance filled her eyes with surprise, leading to an exclamation—

"Litchis!?" The question came out in equal measures of shock and delight, as she turned to the departing servants, "Who asked for these to be delivered?"

Don't they know that Maste Liam detests the scent of litchis? And yet they brazenly delivered them to her sleeping quarters!?

The male servants shook their heads. They had merely followed the kitchen's orders to deliver them and knew nothing else.

"Young Madam, what's wrong?" Possibly hearing Tara's startled cry, Owl Eagle hurried in, promptly standing next to her while signalling the servants that they could depart.

"Did you order them?"