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...

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308: You Were Yang Guifei in a Past Life (1)

While serving their masters was their duty, this was not Owl Eagle's usual style. He always revered the young master, showing little enthusiasm, even towards the mistress.

Actually, he could have mentioned that he was on night duty last night, Tara Summer would certainly understand. But Owl Eagle didn't, which was somewhat unexpected!

Impassive and seldom speaking like Owl Eagle, aside from the young master, when has he been like this? It must be that the words of the young madam carried weight, even Owl Eagle complied...

The elevator arrived directly at the first floor, and as soon as Tara emerged through the main door, Ava came rushing after her.

"M....Madam..." Probably having run down from the sixth floor, Ava was panting heavily, "You...you haven't had breakfast yet!"

"No need, I'm going to be late." Tara took out her phone and saw the time. It was almost eight o'clock, she was late.

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