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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975: Unraveling the Mystery of One's Origin (2)_1

"Yes!" a young bodyguard took the order, bowed slightly to Frederick, his expression stern.

It was then that Frederick got into the car, and soon after, the bodyguards also got into their vehicles one by one and drove out of the hotel, stretching into the distance.

A convoy of twenty to thirty cars merged into the night, the scene was exceptionally magnificent.

The hotel entrance soon returned to normal, leaving behind two black sedans and five or six bodyguards conversing with the manager, apparently ready to compensate for the hotel's damages.

Liam Yancey watched this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips. He wrapped his arm around Tara Summer and entered the hotel, his follower Fierce Eagle handed the car keys to a valet and hurriedly followed.

"Young Master, Owl Eagle..."

"Let him go, he will be fine!"

"Are you that sure?" Tara Summer turned to look at him, seeing his smile, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Liam Yancey, do you know something?"

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