"Okay, got it." Silvia didn't say anything afterward and just glanced at Channing up and down with a slight smile. "Invite Mr. Walker in. As for Raven, I have my own ways.""Alright," Channing replied unwillingly and left.Whitney looked at the scene in front of her with a sweet smile.Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. On the surface, this seemed like a play of Silvia punishing her subordinates, but this was also a way for Silvia to test her. She wanted to see if the soul within her five-year-old body would be as difficult to deal with as she suspected."Pretty lady, who is Fiona, Sarah, and Raven? That's so strange!" Whitney pretended to ask while scratching her head. "Why is a person named after an animal? Does her mom love animals that much?""Whitney, do you want a name like that too?" Silvia remembered that she was the one who gave them such names.Was Whitney mocking her?Silvia scrutinized Whitney, the clever little girl who had not spoken when Channing entered. A
"Carl, why the rush? You finally made it here, and I want to treat my guest well. Someone, please bring some coffee," Silvia said with a smile as if they were still the kids they once were. Though Carl may appear distant, she knew he wouldn't refuse her requests. "It's fine. I don't want any coffee from you," Carl rejected. "I don't know you are here waiting for me, Sophie. But regardless of your reasons, I won't stay. I want Violet and my daughter back." "Oh, really?" A sly glint flashed in Silvia's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it. With a faint smile, she still had someone to bring some coffee and brewed it herself before placing it in front of Carl. "I've improved a lot in making coffee. You were willing to have a cup back then, be gracious today and have another cup." "There is no need for that," Carl rejected once again. "I want to take them back." "Carl, do you not trust me?" Silvia said with emotion. She thought she could capture Carl's attention by playing th
Upon hearing this, Carl, Violet, and the others all furrowed their brows, repeatedly glancing at Whitney, signaling her not to agree. "Sure," Whitney responded, without seeking the opinions of her parents. In fact, she knew she didn't have to ask for their opinions because they knew Silvia was an evil woman, and they would never let Silvia near her. "We will go now, Ms. Grey," Whitney said with a seemingly reluctant look. "I am going to miss you." Her words sounded heartwarming, but the mischievous glint in her eyes angered Silvia tremendously. If it weren't for the fact that she needed to keep Whitney for her future plans, she would have rushed forward and torn her to pieces. No, she couldn't let them leave so easily! "Whitney, I will miss you too. Can I hug you one last time?" Silvia said with watery eyes, looking reluctant and seemingly affectionate as if she cherished Whitney greatly. Violet stayed alert beside Whitney while staring at Silvia. Observing Violet, wh
"I don't know." The Demon King shook his head. "Master, there are two reasons why I didn't immediately poison Whitney. The first is for Violet. Although her strength is not as great as before, her combat skills are good. "With her there, providing training and guidance to our new subordinates, our combat skills will surely surpass that of the Night Crawlers soon." "Go on." Silvia's rambling was interrupted by the Demon King. Despite her annoyance, she listened to his words. She reminded him when he paused midway, "What was the other reason? Mick, the newcomer you favor?" When Mick's name was mentioned, Silvia touched her ear. Although the small cut was no longer bleeding, it still made Silvia angry. Silvia always prided herself on being a flawless woman. There was not a single blemish on her body. However, she was irritated by the fact that Mick, the little brat, had injured the sexiest part of a woman—her ear. How could she not be annoyed? "No! The second reason is M
"Annabel? Don't be foolish." Maverick lifted his head in anger. However, when his eyes met Annabel's bright gaze, he smirked. His fist clenched tightly as if he was trying to keep his disappointment from surfacing. He wanted to keep it hidden from everyone. "Maverick, you shouldn't have come here," Annabel said as she got nervous. An unbearable emotion quickly spread within her that she almost asked Maverick to leave this place. But when her gaze shifted to the side, and she saw two figures that shouldn't be there, she forced herself to remain cold, cutting off any emotions. It wasn't the right time to let Maverick go. She hadn't experienced his so-called sincerity. How could she let him go? Even though she knew about the sorrow in Maverick's heart, she chose to ignore it. With the gun pressed against his temple, she sternly ordered, "Go back to your cell. This isn't a place for an escaped prisoner. Take him away, now." At her command, the subordinates waiting outside i
"Time's running out. Risk it and come with me, or stay here. It's your choice," the man asserted, diverting his gaze toward Maverick.Maverick's brows furrowed. He studied the man intently, his fox-like eyes trying to find any hidden hints."So, what's it gonna be?" The man interrupted Maverick's scrutiny with a casual cough."If I choose to stay, will you respect that?" Maverick sneered. The man looked humble, but Maverick recognized his strength in swiftly taking down those within a ten-meter radius.When facing someone powerful, Maverick preferred to make friends rather than enemies."Of course not. You can either come with me willingly or end up unconscious as I drag you," the man said with a cold edge to his voice.Maverick, with his brows tightly knit, asserted, "I can't leave. There are people here who matter to me.""I understand," the man said. "But your purpose here is already fulfilled. Your best friend is in trouble and needs you. As for the person you wish to take w
"Carl, are you possessed or something? This isn't like you at all," Damon scoffed.In Damon's eyes, Carl was usually stoic and reserved. The idea of him speaking so sweetly was unthinkable.Carl's expression turned cold as he shot a glance at Damon. He barked, "Still not leaving? It seems you want your company to …"Before Carl finished his sentence, his gaze turned toward the Walkers' guards.Sensing Carl's anger, the Walkers' guards immediately asked Demon to leave."Please don't make things difficult for us."Damon was visibly annoyed. He accused Carl of being disloyal, claiming he tossed their partnership aside for a woman.Amused, Violet watched Damon's act until it reached a climax. Then, she coldly snorted."Shut up!" a sudden, stern voice interrupted Damon. He turned to look at Violet and mumbled, "Little lady, with your fiery temper, are you sure you still own Carl's heart? If I were him, I might get tired of you in three days!""Do you want your tongue cut? Yours s
"Hey, mister, don't you want this thing?" Whitney raised an eyebrow at Damon. She looked mature, and it both amused and fascinated him.Damon thought about the support he received in his youth. Also, Novya's continuous help had helped him regain what was rightfully his. Damon slowly shook his head."There's so much money in the world. I can't earn it fast enough. Why bother teaming up with them to snatch some unknown treasure? If there was cash among the treasure, it's probably turned to dust by now.""Eh …" Whitney furrowed her brows in confusion.Yet, Damon's reasoning resonated with her."Alright, since you're sincere, I'll take you as my apprentice and guide you," Whitney stated.Damon laughed out loud, about to lift her up.Whitney stopped him, her tone turning cold, "No need for all the fuss. Honestly, the only odd thing in your outfit today is the face mask. "I know you've got this cool image going on, but using women's panties as a mask doesn't quite convey your flirta