"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
"Mommy, don't ask me how I know and doubt my instincts. I'm just sure there's a little brother in your belly. "When I have time, I'll go buy little toys for him. So, he can play with me right after he's born," Whitney said confidently, puffing out her chest.Violet gazed at Whitney. She was about to say something when a movement from her belly made her furrow her brows. Violet wondered if the little one in her belly heard Whitney's words and couldn't wait to come out and play."Mommy, what's wrong?" Whitney, worried, sat up from Violet's lap."It's nothing. It seems your little brother really likes you. Just don't wake up your daddy," Violet reassured Whitney in a hushed tone.Whitney nodded like a diligent little chick.Glancing at the peacefully sleeping Carl beside them, she giggled. But the giggle was soft, as if afraid that any noise might disrupt Carl's hard-earned sleep."Mommy, Daddy's so tired. These days, he stays up very late with me. "Dr. Howell would tell me
"I had a dream just now that your mommy kicked me!" Carl teased as he studied Violet."Vi, you're with child now. If you're really angry, just let someone else do it for you. You don't have to get rough with me in my dreams!""Uh …" Violet gave Carl a cold glance."You're overthinking it, Mr. Walker. I don't have the time, nor am I in the mood to play little games. Since Whitney has come back to me, I'll leave with her tomorrow. If you really feel sorry toward us, Mr. Walker, please don't stop us anymore.""Vi …" Carl looked at Violet helplessly. "How can I bear to see you guys leave?""That's right, Mommy. I didn't say I wanted to leave. Daddy's so handsome. I haven't seen enough of him!"Whitney held Violet's hand and pleaded."Whitney …" Violet was left speechless.Was her daughter such a sucker for good looks?"Mommy, how about we leave after I get tired of looking at Daddy?" Whitney grinned in mischief. She lit up after looking at Carl's calm appearance.She thought that
Violet murmured and snapped Carl out of his wildest dreams. He smiled wryly and observed her sleeping quietly.She seemed to be stirring in her sleep a while ago. She returned to peaceful silence now.She put away all her fangs and claws like an obedient kitten. Carl felt his heart itch, as if a little kitten was putting its paw on him, but he couldn't do anything to her.He saw Violet's baby bump and then looked at Whitney, who was also soundly asleep. He held back his desires and looked at Violet quietly.He could stay calm in the beginning, but he started getting restless as he saw her lips open and close with her breathing. He was captivated and leaned forward, leaving a light kiss on her lips.He wanted to leave it at that, but the moment their lips met, he deepened the kiss. He pushed her mouth open, wanting more.A tiny noise of complaint cut him off and stopped his plans. He pulled away immediately and calmed himself. He looked at Violet with a blank expression.He was a