"Prepared so quickly? Are you living alone?"
The young master—no, Aboli—suddenly asked.
Louis shook his head and said earnestly, "I have a younger sister, but she hasn't returned yet. She's probably playing somewhere."
Aboli seemed very concerned about this. "A younger sister? And you leave her home alone like that?"
Louis replied softly, "I left her some money, and there are enough nutrient pouches at home. I'll be back soon—she cares for herself."
Aboli gave a cold laugh. "Sounds like your relationship with her isn't all that great."
Louis nodded and said quietly, "She doesn't seem to like me very much... Anyway..."
He didn't finish the sentence.
Aboli couldn't help but furrow her brows. When did she ever say she didn't like Louis? It was Louis who wanted her to stay somewhere else—it was he who treated her indifferently first!
But looking at Louis's sad expression now, it didn't seem like he was pretending.
Could it be that he thought she didn't like him because she hurt him? How stupid!
Aboli thought angrily.
The car soon arrived at the William family estate.
Louis was pulled away to get a haircut, a styling session, and a brand-new suit that fit him perfectly—as if it had been tailored precisely to his measurements.
He was curious about how they even got his measurements in the first place, but his reflection in the mirror quickly stole his attention.
A tall young man with long legs—the three-piece suit accentuated his flawless figure. His usually slightly messy hair was sliced back, revealing a smooth forehead and sharply defined, cold features.
Louis raised his brows and moved closer to the mirror. Honestly, if this were his old world, and this mirror were in his dressing room, he wouldn't have been able to resist kissing it.
Good heavens, how could someone this perfect even exist? His beauty practically moved him.
Louis smirked, puckered his lips as if planting a light kiss on the mirror, and only then left the room under the servant's guidance.
The servants all kept their heads lowered, as if they didn't dare sneak a single glance.
Louis was soon led to the rooftop terrace, where a large helicopter had already been waiting for some time. Aboli, in the guise of the young master, looked down from above and signaled for him to get on.
Throughout the process, Louis could feel her eyes raking over every inch of his body. He didn't even dare lift his gaze to meet hers, afraid she'd drop the act entirely, tear through the thin layer of pretense between them, and deal with him right on the spot.
Dear heavens—anyone could be infatuated with his looks, but not these perverts! He had no desire to be reborn in that sense!
Louis screamed inwardly, while outwardly maintaining a calm demeanor as he sat beside Aboli. Her eyes, however, never left him.
Louis couldn't help but smile slightly, tilting his head toward her. "What is it? Has the young master also been stunned by my looks?"
Aboli turned her gaze away, a faint flush creeping to her ears. But then she remembered—Louis wasn't speaking to her as herself, but to the young master of the William family. Her mood instantly plummeted to the bottom.
Louis, Louis... You have no sense of loyalty. Without me around, what are you doing? Dressing up like this—are you trying to find me a new father?!
The thought made Aboli want to tear this "mother" of hers to pieces on the spot.
Regardless, the helicopter still took off.
Louis closed his eyes to rest, pretending not to notice the heavy, oppressive air radiating from the person beside him.
Finally, the helicopter arrived the next morning.
By that time, guests had already begun arriving in waves. The outer gates of the Silver Mansion were blocked by luxury business cars and sports cars, with a few helicopters as well—just like the one Aboli and Louis were in.
Aboli and Louis landed directly inside the estate grounds, where servants were waiting. They quickly led the two to a private room to prepare for the evening official banquet.
The villa's grand hall was lavishly decorated, with fresh flowers still glistening with morning dew.
The Silver Mansion was built in the Baroque style, with five main floors, each serving its own recreational purpose and behind the main building stretched corridors leading to the annex, which had been converted into guest accommodations for those coming from afar to attend the banquet.
Quite a few people were already mingling in the grand hall. When Aboli and Louis appeared, many couldn't help but glance their way.
Both Aboli and Louis were too used to such situations to care. They passed through the crowd without a glance, leaving behind a trail of murmurs.
"Mason's new toy looks interesting."
"Interesting, my ass—you're just drooling over his looks, ha ha."
"Let's ask Mason later if he's bored with him yet."
"With the way Mason looks, what could he possibly do, ha ha ha."
"Tsk tsk tsk, the young ladies will have their prey tonight."
One, two, three, four, five, six... so many people, so many eyes—and every last one of them was talking about her mother.
These people must all die!
Aboli thought with deadly seriousness, her gaze toward Louis growing darker. "Hurry up. Walking this slowly—who exactly are you trying to seduce?"
Louis: "..."
What kind of logic was that? How was strolling connected to seducing someone? As expected, a pervert's brain circuits were different.
While quickening his pace, he thought to himself—
L: [I might not make it to Zone 5.]
Sylus: [Get lost.]
Sylus: [So you can still reply to messages? I thought you were dead.]
Sylus's romantic cells seemed to just shut down at times like this. Usually, the man spoke with all sorts of poetic flair.
L: [qAq]
Sylus: [The Silver Mansion is a place for pleasure, not for eating people. Don't worry.]
At last, Sylus replied with what almost felt like an act of mercy.
Louis: "..."
Sure, it used to be a place for pleasure—but now that the female lead had shown up, it had officially become a place that ate people.
After all, in the original story, of the more than five hundred guests attending the banquet—along with nearly a hundred undercover or plainclothes police officers—almost all of them died. Fewer than fifty people made it out alive.
Louis didn't want to calculate the odds of himself being among those fifty lucky survivors—probably zero percent, ha ha.
He thought to himself with self-mockery.
Sylus: [Survive and meet me, I'll give you a house.]
L: [Really?]
L: [Anyone can say that.]
Ha. Sylus couldn't help but give a cold laugh, making a nearby Aurellan clansman glance at him in puzzlement.
Then, Louis immediately saw his account balance jump—five transfers in a row, each for 5,000 gold coins, totaling 25,000 gold coins! Insane!
His salary at the bar was only 21 gold coins a month, and he'd only worked there for one day before getting dragged here.
With just one transfer, Sylus had instantly bumped him up to a Rank-3 citizen!
Comparing people was infuriating.
Indeed, this world was full of lies—only good brothers were genuine!
Sylus, we will always be brothers who share fortune and bear misfortune alone!
Louis thought with fervor and quickly fired back a string of replies.
Sylus first, Sylus second: [heart heart heart]
Sylus first, Sylus second: [Even if I die, I'll crawl out of my grave—don't worry!]
Sylus: [Like]
It seemed Sylus's romantic cells had all died; he didn't say anything else, just dropped a like.
Had he finally realized he usually talked too much?
Even so, with 25,000 gold coins in hand, Louis instantly felt the rush of getting rich overnight. He was floating on that high until evening came and it was time for the banquet.
If the female lead transferred him money like that, she wouldn't be all that perverted either. She was a citizen of Zone 1, rumored to be some big shot with an extraordinary background—surely far richer than Sylus.
Earlier, Louis had been praying she wouldn't notice his face. Now, he was already thinking about using his beauty as bait.
But it was only a passing thought—he still greatly valued his life.
Louis sat off to the side, lazily swirling the red wine in his glass like a leisurely vampire. His blue eyes were half-lidded, and under the dazzling lights, he seemed to glow, exuding an irresistible charm.
The party had barely begun, yet quite a few men and women had already approached him to chat and offer drinks.
Louis accepted them all, offering each person a charming smile that delighted every young master and lady.
"Louis, may I have the honor of a dance?"
This time, it was a young lady who spoke.
She was Bella Alexander, the eldest daughter of the Alexander family—beautiful and capable, just like her name.
Many people turned to look, thinking Bella was far too unprincipled. No matter Louis's exceptionality, he was still just a servant Mason had brought along. For a family's eldest daughter to invite Louis to dance—how disgraceful!
That was what they were supposed to think. But what they resented... only they knew.
Louis looked at Bella, about to speak, when a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder. Somehow, Mason had appeared, leaning down to wrap an arm around Louis, who was still seated.
The boy frowned, clearly displeased that someone else had touched "his" person.
"Have you all had enough? Louis is a friend I brought here. If he dances, he'll be dancing with me!"
With the "owner" speaking up, the others couldn't say anything, even if they were unhappy.
They didn't believe Louis was truly Mason's friend, but they had no grounds to protest.
Once the crowd dispersed, Louis was about to shrug off Mason's arm, but the boy beat him to it—throwing Louis aside and stepping back, brows furrowed like he wished he could scrub himself clean five times on the spot.
Louis: "..."
Alright then—so this was the absolute young master. Maybe Aboli had grown bored with her little masquerade game.
But did the kid have to look that disgusted?! I haven't even had the chance to dislike you yet! Only my good brothers are allowed to put an arm around my shoulder!
With a cold expression, Louis brushed off his shoulder but said nothing aloud.