Chapter 61: Plots
"Young Master Dale, I have already bribed the spatial master. He will teleport you, your girls, and the pink-haired one close to each other. I'm certain you'll succeed this time in turning her eyes toward you," Ravel said with his usual calm, clearly expecting praise for his effort.
Dale's face instantly went pale as if he had just seen a ghost.
"What the fuck, Ravel! I don't want to be within even a hundred kilometers of her!" he snapped, his voice trembling with both irritation and a hint of fear. "Go back and tell him that it's just me and my girls—that's it. Go tell him now!"
Even as he spoke, a shiver crawled up his spine. The memory of Lily's cold gaze flashed through his mind, sending a deep, instinctive dread into his bones which still hadn't faded.
That girl… simply thinking about her was enough to send a chill deep into his marrow.
He had even ordered Ravel to inform Zeira about his unwillingness to coax Lily again.
