Chapter 61: Plots
"Young Master Dale, I have bribed the spatial master to teleport you, your girls, and the pink-haired one close to each other. I'm sure you'll succeed this time in turning her eyes toward you," Ravel said with his usual calm, expecting praise for his effort.
Dale's face instantly drained of color.
"What the fuck, Ravel! I don't want to be within a hundred kilometers of her!" he barked, voice trembling with irritation and a hint of fear. "Go back and tell him that only my girls and I are fine—go tell him now!"
Even as he spoke, a shiver crawled up his spine, the memory of Lily's cold gaze flashing in his mind. The instinctive dread that woman gave him still hadn't faded. Just recalling her sent a chill deep into his marrow.
He had even ordered Ravel to inform Zeira about his unwillingness to coax Lily again.
When Ravel relayed that message, Zeira's expression darkened.
