The Arrogant Caesar
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
A convoy of black cards was driving on the highway.
They were heading toward Provincial City International Airport.
Thea sat in a Lincoln limousine in the front of the convoy. In front of her was a tall man in his mid-twenties. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and his face was somewhat handsome.
He was dressed in a black suit, and he crossed his legs and sat there casually. His right hand was holding a glass of wine, and his left hand was stroking a gem that he wore on his chest.
That was none other than the Witch's Heart.
He squinted as he scanned her graceful figure from head to toe.
He gulped hard. His mouth was dry, and a perverted expression crept onto his face.
'Damn! She's so hot!'
He cursed internally.
He fantasized about how he would be able to toy with her and do with her body as he pleased. That made him excited.