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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 · General
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910 Chs

842: Who is the Puppet Master (9)_1

Translator: 549690339

Two men immediately turned and left the dark room, slamming the door shut...

After leaving the warehouse, Snow Eagle drove back to KUYI Hotel in her sports car.

When she entered room 3518, Nancy was still sitting in the chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her eyes drooping, her gaze unfocused, like a soulless puppet.

"Nancy..." Snow Eagle's face darkened as she slowly walked over and bent down to look at her face.

Hearing the voice, Nancy lifted her head in a daze, her eyes still vacant, her movements mechanical.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Snow Eagle grasped her hand and leaned down to take a closer look at her complexion.

"Don't touch me..." But Nancy shook off her hand, then stood up, without giving Snow Eagle a second glance, and slowly walked towards the door of the room.

"Nancy!?"

Snow Eagle strode forward, seized her arm, and pulled her back forcefully.