"Alright!" I furrowed my brows hard, trying not to let my tears fall, and reached out to hold her hand.
Lionel gazed thoughtfully at the glass in front of me, his brows gradually tightening.
Meanwhile, Kenneth, slightly tipsy, smiled as usual, his lustful gaze fixed on me. Under my displeased glare, he chuckled softly, lowered his eyes, and picked up his glass to take a sip.
Clink... The glasses clinked.
As I raised the deep red liquid to my lips, I suddenly paused, recalling Liza's earlier provocation. How did she know I had mistakenly consumed Prince Rui Jones' blood?
Aside from Lionel, Rui Jones, Queen Heather, and the Vampire King Barnett, no one else should know about this!
At the time, Rui Jones had shouted in court that my body contained his blood, but he never mentioned that I had mistaken it for red wine at Monica's birthday party.
Liza's earlier remark, "It's neither baby blood nor Prince Rui Jones' blood," couldn't have been a mere coincidence.
