The Cult Mistress, Monica was sitting on a chair inside her room filled with an enchanting scent. Her exquisite and elegant body was dressed in a purple silk dress with a delicately calm expression on her face.
Gulp.
Darryl could not help but swallow his saliva. The Cult Mistress seemed more enchanting than before.
Monica scowled upon watching his lingering gaze, “ Darryl, what’re you looking at! ”
With that, she tossed two nuts from the plate at Darryl which landed on his acupoints and freed him.
Phew.
Darryl stretched his arms and smiled bitterly. “Cult Mistress, why did you kidnap me here?”
Monica refuted, “What do you think? Tomorrow is the Cult Master’s birthday. Have you forgotten? As an Elder Master, do you know how serious your crime is if you didn’t come? You should thank me for bringing you here! ”
Damn it! Darryl ruffled his hair. He really had forgotten about it.
A few days ago, Skyler Burr called to remind him, but he was caught up with appraising antiques and the Elixir Competition for the past few days that he had completely forgotten about.
Darryl’s eyes sparkled and smiled at Monica. “Cult Mistress, are you worried the Cult Master will kill me if I offended him, therefore you won’t be able to see me again?”
A faint blush appeared on her cheek upon hearing that before she glared at Darryl. “How dare you flirt with me!?”
She consciously bit her lips after she spoke.
Somehow, she could not stop thinking about Darryl since the last time they parted from reminiscing what happened that night…
Perhaps she had fallen for him after what happened?
No… No way! She was the Cult Mistress!
Monica tried changing the topic. “Darryl, how’s the mission I’ve assigned to you?”
‘Hmmph, she seemed to be excited after seeing me, yet tried to act as if it’s nothing,’ thought Darryl.