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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977: Unraveling the Mystery of One's Origin (4)_1

Word by word, with resounding force, "I am your father, Elijah Schmidt!"

Owl Eagle stood firm, his face still expressionless as if he hadn't heard the man's words, calm and unruffled.

The two men faced each other, both with an imposing aura, both tall and straight.

"Hmph." After a long pause, Owl Eagle snorted coldly, suddenly turned, and walked away. When he reached the door, he said, "I have no father. My father has been dead for a long time!"

"Walter!" Elijah Schmidt shouted in a roar, stopping him in his tracks, "Say that again!?"

He took step by step forward, with anger faintly radiating from his body.

"My father..." Owl Eagle suddenly turned around and when he met Elijah Schmidt's dark, intense eyes, he stopped speaking. He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "After twenty-seven years of not looking for me, is it not too late to come now?"

Despite suppressing his voice, threads of blood were already emerging in the depths of Owl Eagle's eyes.

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