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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1113: Testing the Patience of the Nobleman (5)_1

"All right, all right, I'll help you out for some fresh air, stop thinking about it, okay?..."

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Emily Stone's steps halted as she listened to the brother and sister's conversation, her delicate brows slightly furrowing. She stared at Chester Hanson's pale face like paper and remained standing still.

Chester Hanson supported his sibling's arm as they passed by Emily Stone, the man glancing up at her.

"Hello," Emily Stone greeted them politely, to which Chester Hanson nodded. However, Chester Hanson's sibling kept their head down, not even glancing at her.

Emily Stone watched as they passed by, her gaze following their backs as she arched an eyebrow.

She didn't take it to heart and turned to head back to her room. Emily Stone's phone was lying on the bed, out of battery. On picking it up, she discovered it was dead.

She immediately plugged it in to charge. Once it powered on, she unsurprisingly found many missed calls—hundreds of them, all from Walter Schmidt.

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