"Is by any chance the person that killed Peter... was his na, Henry?" Jennifer’s face was cloudy as she asked.
"Yes, that’s that bastards na!"
The Dragonoir’s didn’t notice Jennifer’s hand grabbing hard on to her cup. So much so that slight cracks and whiskers of air gathered above her increasingly cold coffee.
Peter’s sister laughed, "And from what I’ve heard, he’s literally a bastard as well. I don’t get how he was able to amass so much wealth like that."
"Probably scheming just like his father, most likely killed the old man as well." The guy next to her laughed, "You can’t trust rats that crawl out of sewers."
"Hm..." The Sister nodded and looked at Jennifer with a definitive resolution, "Sorry to sprung so much on you suddenly... we didn’t think that Peter would go so quickly... like that."
She suddenly grabbed Jennifer’s free hand and felt the cold grasp. Yet she didn’t find it strange, "I promise you, Jennifer, wherever that weasel is hiding, I will dig him up and grant him a fate worse than he could ever imagine."
"...Jennifer."
"...yes... Yes!" Jennifer looked up and a lost smile ca to her, "I’m sorry, I was thinking of sothing and yes to... whatever you just said."
The Sister felt worried seeing Jennifer like this. She thought, Jennifer would be able to handle the truth better, but it seed her feelings for Peter was much deeper than she could understand.
’Of course it was, they were going to get married.’ The Sister thought and inwardly bit her lips, ’That bastard... he not only took my brother but he also took away a future family!’
But of course, the truth was sothing else entirely.
If Peter’s sister knew what had actually happened and what was going through Jennifer’s mind, she would likely have an aneurysm.
The Guy from the Dragonoir family felt that Jennifer needed so ti alone, so he gestured to Peter’s sister who nodded.
"Jennifer, we still have a few more places to visit so we’ll leave right now."
"Yes" Jennifer nodded quickly, "You guys probably have a lot of places to visit now... is there any way I can be of help?" She asked with deep guilt.
"No, but thank you for offering." Peter’s Sister shook her head with a smile, "There is going to be a requiem held for Peter, I will call you when that ti cos."
Then she grabbed Jennifer’s hands tight and spoke warmly, "We couldn’t build the bridge completely, but rember, you are still our family."
Jennifer’s smile turned even more awkward. The guilt inside her only deepened, burying a cavernous hole.
The Dragonoir mbers then stood up and left, but not before the sister gave a big goodbye hug to Jennifer, who once more, could only awkwardly accept it.
As the door closed and the Dragonoir’s walked so steps away, Jennifer’s head lifts up. Her eyes showing a dangerous red blink like never before.
"Henry" She called with a monotone voice of a robot, "Co out."
"..."
"...’
Not only did anybody co out but there was no sound either.
"So that’s how you want to play huh?" Jennifer said lightly, there was no warmth in her now, "Because I really am in a mood to cut soone’s head off."
She lifter both her hands, strong air currents gathering, "Though I won’t go so far as to do that... I will have to do sothing."
"Let’s just hope, it doesn’t cut anything that would be drastic for the Tax Bloodline."
With that, Jennifer didn’t wait and shot at her bedroom. The strong rotating air currents imdiately launched inside and started wreaking havoc.
From where she was standing it was as if a miniature tornado was running rampant inside her bedroom. Many items flew by and she heard things breaking down.
After a strong while, she finally dispelled the spell and went inside.
If before, the sex from last night had disordered the clean bedrooms of hers, the tornado had totally wrecked it.
There were pillow feathers everywhere, her wardrobe and clothes torn to shreds and her cranky bed where she and Henry had their animalistic sex was so torn apart that she could only see pieces of them stuck at different places of the room.
All in all, you could say it was a Revamp of her Bedroom.
But her brows remained hard at one fact.
There was no Henry or his remains in here.
Jennifer looked to the side and saw that most of her destroyed items and pillow feathers were flying through the broken window.
One almost big enough to fit a Henry sized Human.
...
Mansion 5, Vistiria Road...
The mont I heard that Peter was Jennifer’s fiancé, I bolted.
Only a stupid guy waiting to die would stay back.
Yes, I could explain the situation to her... but my side of the story wasn’t good as well. And even if it were good, people are likely to use force first before using talks.
So even though it was very hard for to escape through her window, I did it.
I broke her window in the process but it was okay.
I’d already killed her fiancé and had sex with her last night, what else could get worse between us?
"It’s a good thing that you’re hiding here." Abigail said as her very pregnant self was about to stand up as I quickly go and help her, "You would be a good help."
"Olenna is helpful but she doesn’t understand the love and caring a mother needs." Abigail smiled at , "You would fit that categor-"
She suddenly stopped and squinted her eyes. Without any explanation, she started sniffing as I feel a bad premonition.
Abigail turned up to with a deadpan look, "Which bitch is it now... slls like soone noble, high up too."
"Ah... Hahaha..." Knowing that lying would only bury deeper, I spit out, "It’s Jennifer Snowhail. She’s my math teacher. I only had t her last night and we talke-"
"Lord Snowhail’s Daughter?" Abigail raised a brow, "If I rember correctly, her betrothal had been prepared with soone in the Dragonoir family."
"Yeah... it was Peter."
Abigail was quiet for a mont before bursting out, laughing, "You... You... You not only kill the guy but even went and slept with his betrothed? That’s unbelievable, truly astonishing... oh my, I laughed so hard that I almost pee’d a little." She said and continued laughing again.
"I don’t know whether to feel angry at you or laugh." Abigail stopped laughing after so ti but the smile remained on her, "So what happened after she found out?"
"I didn’t stay; I ran the mont I found out the truth."
Abigail pouted cutely next, "And hear I thought you chose first."
I kiss her imdiately and she let a little before slapping away.
"And I was about to... but then I thought of our secrecy and decided to sought soone else." I sigh, "In the end, I had to co back."
"It was as if fate was telling , You, truly are my one and only mate."
Abigail was quiet for a mont, "I didn’t think you could get more shaless... I was very wrong."
"Why are you saying that? Just forget it." I smile and turn around, "Let go get you a drink, darling."
"Hold it!" She grabbed my hand tightly, "Don’t think I can’t see what’s going on."
I raise a curious brow.
"What’s this thing with you and Marika?"
My face pales once more.
I really chose the Ultimate Vampire to mate with.
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