Enchanting Demon Castle's top floor, Chafne's room.
"Bang..."
With a muffled sound, Shane, dragged into Chafne's room, was pushed directly onto the bed and lay there, staring at the ceiling in bewilderment.
"Giggle."
Chafne, as enticing as she had been the previous two days, climbed onto the bed, showcasing her stunningly voluptuous figure to the fullest.
The same old formula.
The same old flavor.
But Shane's mood was even more shattered than it had been two days before.
"Witch, what the hell do you want?"
Shane could only cry out in grief and indignation, while in his heart he made a decision.
If this witch dared to say "guess" one more time, he wouldn't care about the consequences—he would make her regret it, show her that even the Buddha can be provoked to wrath.
But it seemed she had seen right through him.
"I'm here to talk business with you."
Chafne said this very seriously.
