After a bloody battle, Lionel barged into the restaurant with a "Closed" sign, alerting the owner, Margie. "Sir, we're closed!" Lionel was only seeking temporary refuge from his pursuers, but Margie was just ejecting him brutally. This baron had no alternative but to reveal his mesmerizing, menacing red eyes and fangs. Margie was captivated by the vampire's dark, handsome allure but also felt fear and tension. Summoning her courage, she uttered the first insult he had heard in a millennium: "What's so great about those fangs? You're just one vampire, aren't you?" Undoubtedly, this woman intrigued Lionel. But the reasons seemed to go beyond that. What's so special about this woman? Could a lost love be recovered? Will she heed reason, remain ordinary, and avoid the dangers coming one after another, or will she submit to his temptation and savor the sweetness of forbidden love?

Lionel had been watching her with suspicion, his predatory stance unmistakable as he paced the perimeter of the grand hall like a caged panther. Circling her three times like a beast poised to strike, each measured step echoed ominously against the marble, his shadow stretching long and menacing across the floor. His gaze was sharp as a blade, as if piercing through Carol's every move. The air grew thick with tension, heavy enough to choke on, pressing down on us all like an invisible hand. The oppressive tension hung thick in the air, leaving the grand hall deathly silent, save for the echo of his boots against the marble floor. Even the flickering candlelight seemed to dim in response, casting jagged shadows that danced along the walls. Watching this, I couldn't help but feel uneasy. Though Carol was indeed a suspect, her earlier words had shaken me—if she truly wanted me dead, why would she risk saving me?


Chapter 237 - The Poison in the Harem