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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 · Geral
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1201 Chs

277: Third Young Master of Murong Group (4)

Liam Yancey glanced at him, the sharpness in his eyes missing nothing of the peculiar expression on his face.

He waved his hand, Henry Taylor understood and immediately closed the door to leave.

"You're very punctual." Liam Yancey strode to the liquor cabinet, one hand in his pocket and the other pouring a glass of red wine. He turned his head towards Clarence Simons, "Care for a glass?"

"I've already had a pot of coffee..." Clarence Simons smiled warmly, a flash of something odd crossing his face.

Actually, he hadn't finished his sentence. The latter part was: 'you're just now arriving,' but he didn't dare to utter it.

"Do you have something to say?" Liam Yancey hooked the corner of his mouth, sneered coldly, and carried his wine glass to sit on the sofa.

He took a light sip from the glass, the liquid inside brilliantly crimson. His dark eyes scanned Clarence Simons' hesitant face.