Chapter 4
Different from Betty's envy and jealousy, Sera who heard the name froze like a thunderbolt, and part of the memory information about the duke was suddenly stuffed into her mind.

The cruelest of the three male protagonists, Anna Xi, is a vampire with out-and-out mind reading skills. As cannon fodder, one of her death endings in the game line is to be sucked into a mummy by him.

"The location is in Box No. 3 of the restaurant." After speaking, the male servant left proudly with his back straightened.

"Sera, how do you know the Duke? You didn't come to the ball last night because you met him?" Betty followed up and asked.

Sera, whose hands and feet were cold, didn't want to say a word to her. After the servant left, she went back to her room, locked the door, and sat down on the soft chair.

No wonder the exclamation she made on the splint at that time attracted his attention. He simply heard the vampire she said in the midst of many chaotic voices. No wonder no one came out after a maid died at sea this morning. After all, the vampire duke, who controls most of the black business chain underground in the kingdom, doesn't care about the laws that are hundreds of pages thick. The bones under his feet can be piled up into a Ben Nevis mountain.

Sera poured herself a cup of black tea with trembling hands, but the cold tea poured into her stomach could not calm down her flustered emotions.

Before boarding the boat, she fully planned that if she met the male protagonists, she would try her best to build a good relationship and not interfere with the relationship between them and Anna Xi. Now she came to see her and said that Rose Hill was like a vampire. He heard her, and she witnessed it again. With the murders he was connected to, he had reason enough to suck her blood dry at night.

Sierra put down the cup and held her forehead in pain.

Bad start, really bad start.

She should go to the multi-person party on the ship at night, so that she can avoid the Duke's dinner invitation, and maybe she should spend the whole night in the party house, where there are many people and eyes, and she will be relatively safe.

"Desperate." Sera fell on the table, weak.

The death of a maid in the morning did not cause any waves on the boat, but it began to rain lightly in the evening, and the wind and waves became stronger.

Sierra, who was still in mourning, took out a sequined long black dress with bare arms from the few clothes left in the suitcase, put on elbow-length gloves, casually rolled up her brown curly hair and went out the door.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the public restaurant and bar are officially opened.

Rich merchants and aristocrats in fine attire come and go, looking for targets for possible marriages or business partnerships.

Sierra, who can only wear a black dress, is undoubtedly very conspicuous among the women blessed by a pile of shining jewels. She occupies a small round table on the ground floor far away from the box, and her back looks lonely.

"Didn't you say Sera was invited by the Duke?"

In the box on the second floor, the glamorous woman held a wine glass and touched Betty who was also puzzled with her elbow.

"The valet personally invited me, and I was there." She insisted that she did not lie.

"So... the Duke temporarily broke the contract?"

Betty raised her eyebrows, swished her wine glass gloatingly and said, "It's understandable, who doesn't know how poor she is."

"That's poor, you go and invite her over."

Amidst the cryptic laughter, Betty walked over to Sierra who was huddled in a corner and drinking.

Sierra, who was intoxicated by the strong aroma of wine, was patted on the shoulder unexpectedly.

"Sera, the party has started, come up and sit with us?" Betty said in a pitiful tone, and the sarcasm in her eyes was well hidden.

"Of course." Sierra wanted it, she sat in the lobby because she couldn't find their party box.

Her agreement also made Betty feel that she had been breached of the contract, and her expression became sympathetic, "The Duke of Rosehill is really ungentlemanly, treating a lady like this."

She dubbed him a hat for no reason, and Serra, who voluntarily broke the contract, immediately clarified, "I didn't agree to go at all, he is a gentleman."

"Selah, the whole boat wants to marry the Duke, it's not good to lie." Betty rolled her eyes at her, "You don't have to be so face-saving."

Serra was momentarily at a loss for words.

The immature male servant with an expressionless face stood in the corner of the box, looking through the window at the girl who was going upstairs from the other side of the hanging staircase.

"I'll go and bring her."

The Duke sitting on the soft leather sofa slowly raised his eyelids, put his black gloved fingers on the table and tapped them lightly, wearing several rings of different colors on his knuckles.

"Need not."

"She found out the secret? She's afraid of you." The valet turned around.

"Haven't broken the rules yet." He stood up and walked to the window.

The trembling feeling of the thorns on her back made Sera tremble when she was about to enter the door. She turned her head, only the giant crystal lamp hanging from the top to the first floor exuded dazzling light, and the door of the box on the opposite side of the corridor was open, as if someone had just left there.

"Selah, welcome."

The atmosphere in the box was very lively, the charcoal fire was burning vigorously in the fireplace, delicate pastries were placed on the long and low table, and the aroma of coffee mixed with different perfumes made Selaton feel dizzy.

The suffocating smell of face powder and don't know how they can stay for so long.

Facing the same sympathetic gazes from the last dozen or so pairs, Sera was sure that Betty had spread the news that Rose Hill had released her pigeons, and now she hoped that he would not carelessly take this matter into account with her.

She greeted everyone with her usual expression, and sat down on the sofa maintaining a dignified look.

They enthusiastically inquired about her recent situation, trying to find out what special and novel gossips there were in her unlucky life experience, and she seemed to have become a topic of discussion and a toy among the nobles.

"Don't embarrass her anymore, she is already sad enough to be released by the Duke." Betty came out to persuade her.

"But Sierra, you should strive for a decent property when you go home this time. You are now penniless."

These words made Sierra's situation even worse. A nobleman with nothing but beauty and no money is not worthy of being sought after by men. Several gentlemen who wanted to sit next to her and talk to her went to the side one after another.

Serra from the Public Opinion Center held a piece of lemon cake and ate it slowly, and glanced at the 'good-hearted' Betty from the corner of her eye, "Betty, the vitriolic knives are going to be stabbed at the family members, and your friends will have poor luck in the future." Accidentally, you want to do the same? Spread the word? Belittle and ridicule?"

Betty's smile froze. Before the party was completely cold, several lively ladies came out to smooth things over and cheer up the atmosphere, and no one bothered to provoke Sierra.

These topics discussed by the upper echelons really can't dig a piece of meat from Sierra's body and make her lose face. Instead, she thanked Betty for helping her clean up the men around her, and gave her enough space to stay here silently for a while. Night.

She ate the cake gracefully and slowly, picked up the champagne glass on the table, got up and walked to the window to get some fresh air.

(End of this chapter)

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