7
“You went to all this trouble to invite me here, what’s your intention?”
Before the man even appeared, a playful voice drifted in.
The next second, he walked in.
The man was tall and slender, with deep, hazel–brown eyes that were both charming and nonchalant. Though his tone was casual, the powerful aura of a superior he exuded made everyone in the room hold their breath.
The restrained men seemed to have found their savior, shouting excitedly as they saw the newcomer:
“Young Master Blackwood, you’re finally here!”
“Quick, help us deal with this woman who doesn’t know her place!”
“The Prince, we’ve been waiting so long for you!”
I watched the man, who was steadily approaching, and adjusted my skirt.
Turns out, it’s an old acquaintance.
The frivolous smile on the man’s lips vanished the moment he met my gaze. He looked at my face, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
Ignoring the pleas of those around him, he strode forward. The carefree demeanor he had just moments ago was gone. He looked at me intently, as if I were a lost treasure he had finally recovered.
“You… you really came back?”
His voice trembled slightly. He stood a meter away from me, not daring to take another step without my permission.
Seeing Damon Blackwood react to me this way, Julian Thorne yelled in dissatisfaction:
“Young Master Blackwood, why are you being so polite with this tramp? We invited you here to help us teach this woman
a lesson!”
Before Julian Thorne’s words even faded, Damon Blackwood shot him a look, and his bodyguard stepped forward and
kicked Julian Thorne.
Julian Thorne clutched his stomach, his face extremely pale. He looked at Damon Blackwood in confusion.
“Young Master Blackwood, what was that for?”
Damon Blackwood glanced at him, his voice filled with disgust.
“When Seraphina and I are speaking, do you have a place to interrupt?!”
“When Seraphina and I are speaking, do you have a place to interrupt?!”
Julian Thorne was shocked. It was as if he only then realized my true status, and his face turned ashen.
Damon Blackwood looked at me with reverence, slowly kneeling at my feet, his feelings for me obscured in his eyes,
“My apologies, Seraphina, I came late.”
Everyone present was stunned by this scene. Some even stumbled and fell to the ground, their legs weak.
Because they knew that the savior they regarded as a deity was nothing more than my loyal subject.
“Seraphina Hayes is indeed still Seraphina Hayes… Even The Prince…”
Someone mumbled aloud, and I looked at the man before me, sighing.
“Yes, you’re late. I’ve almost finished everything myself.”
Damon Blackwood’s eyes held a hint of grievance.
“Then give me a chance to finish it for you, alright? I’m afraid they’ll dirty your hands, and I… I will always be your most useful blade.”
I gently shook my head.
“No, I said I would personally avenge my sister.”
Damon Blackwood knew my temperament. He raised an eyebrow and quietly stood behind me.
When I stood up, everyone below the stage trembled like chaff.
“Those who need to be castrated, drag them out and castrate them. As for you four…”
I narrowed my eyes, scrutinizing Tiffany Vance, Julian Thorne, Victor Sterling, and Jessica. Then I smiled.
