Wayne picked up the phone on the desk and dialed Wayne Manor, instructing Philark to bring the maids over.
There were also things from his study and bedroom that needed to be moved, such as diaries, Valkyrie Knight Armor, and the safe containing Ancient Silver Coins. Planning to stay at Lando Manor for a while, these items were indispensable.
He didn’t mention clothing and food supplies—Philark was a professional and would consider those.
While on the phone, Wayne casually assigned Mona a task to create a play and told her to stay in touch with Nicholas and quickly become a professional secretary.
At six o’clock in the evening, Philark moved into Lando Family’s property, looking at the main mansion not far away with complicated feelings.
Master Wayne kept his promise, once again he had become the head butler of the Lando Family, but not just yet—he still had to wait.
After busying himself, Wayne enjoyed a family dinner at the main mansion.
Tonight’s dinner was for two, with Austin and Hefei absent; it was just Veronica staring fiercely at Wayne while he ate.
It was on purpose; he knew this expression was fatal to Veronica—whenever he acted innocent, she wanted to hit someone.
As expected, after dinner, Veronica elegantly wiped her mouth and crooked her finger at the social trash.
With the Dragon Blood Seal Bottle tucked in his arms and the diary in hand, Wayne followed her cheerfully.
The two went to the Miss’s exclusive villa, and as soon as Veronica closed the door, Wayne voluntarily leaned against the wall.
"What are you doing?"
"This makes you seem strong, doesn’t it!"
"You’re quite pleased with yourself, aren’t you?"
Veronica, unable to contain her anger, grabbed Wayne’s collar and lifted him, but he shamelessly referred to this posture as a "wall slam."
Thinking about it, he knocked the back of his head against the wall.
Veronica couldn’t understand Wayne’s antics; she only knew the social trash was up to his tricks again and released her grip with a cold snort, unwilling to let him succeed.
She snatched the diary and began flipping through it on the sofa, all the while condemning this unscrupulous society, claiming everything dark could be written as bright—this society was beyond saving.
Wayne sat down next to the sofa, repeating to himself that the Miss did not swear; she kept repeating just a few phrases, and her limited vocabulary was so exciting to him.
Veronica punched Wayne in the face, growing angrier as she recalled her mother’s words and mounted him to deliver another punch.
She didn’t mention anything about being an heir throughout—it was too embarrassing for her to bring up, and she converted her shame into the punches that landed heavily on the face of the social trash.
Wayne was getting used to this affectionate bantering. Today, since he hadn’t been thrown out, it was a good sign. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a loud rumble that made the water glasses on the table tremble.
"Eh, what was that noise?"
Veronica, straddling Wayne, opened her fist and peered out the window. Not seeing any human cannonball, she titled her head in confusion.
Normally, there would be shattered glass, Lando flying, then Butler Megan heading to the grove with a medical kit.
But today, there was nothing.
Wayne patted the leg of the person sitting on him, "I think I know what that noise is, follow me, and I’ll show you."
"Of course, and if I’m wrong, you can do as you please."
"Then you’re definitely done for!"
Veronica followed Wayne with skepticism, standing up and walking to the basement of her own room.
The independent villas of the young masters and misses were fully equipped; everything that the main mansion had, this place had too, such as the spacious bomb shelter in the basement, stocked with a large amount of food, and several separate training rooms.
Wayne randomly chose one, grasped the Sealing Bottle in his arms, looked around, and summoned Veronica with a thief-like gesture, "Come closer, hehe, I have a treasure to show you."
"All secretive, what exactly do you want to do? Just say it if you want to die, I’ll oblige!"
Veronica sensed something was off, yet still stepped closer, her blond head brimming with curiosity, completely unguarded.
So naive, she might as well have not read the diary!
As Veronica approached, Wayne clenched the Sealing Bottle forcefully, broke the magical seal, opened the bottle, and aimed it at Veronica.
Dragon Blood was pure gold, bursting with energy and bearing flame effects; the moment the seal broke, it activated, drawn to the Dragon Blood inside Veronica’s body, it ignited into a dragon claw and reached for her.
"Jerk, you’ve tricked me again!"
Veronica was horrified; the moment she saw the golden light, her heart rate uncontrollably skyrocketed. With the experience from Dragonheart Island, she turned and ran without a word.
The fiery dragon claw captured Veronica, burning away her clothes, and due to the external Dragon Blood’s heat, her inner Dragon Bloodline was purified.
Having her bloodline purified twice in three months strengthened her potential, promising a bright future—a good thing that many would kneel and beg for without finding an opportunity.
If Wayne hadn’t been gawking so much, Veronica would’ve laughed.
Unable to move or speak, she could only glare hatefully at the social trash, swearing inwardly that once she was free, she would make him pay.
"No need to thank me, I did it for the future of our family."
Wayne rubbed his hands and circled around Veronica, seemingly eager to seal his fate: "Could it be an illusion? It feels like your waist has thickened since last time. I told you not to eat so many sweets... Oh, my mistake, it’s not just your waist that’s thickened."