Qian Xueying raised her hand to touch up her lipstick; the area on her chest where Abel had bitten her scraped against her clothes, causing a rasping pain. Her fingers clenched, snapping the lipstick in half.
"Abel, you bastard, one day, I’ll castrate you myself!"
Footsteps sounded from behind, and knowing someone had entered, Qian Xueying hurriedly put away her lipstick.
Sure enough, a young noble lady who had come to the banquet walked in. Seeing her, Qian Xueying immediately put on a smile and greeted the newcomer.
"What a lovely banquet."
The other woman praised with a smile.
Qian Xueying watched her walk into the restroom with a smile, which faded as soon as she was out of sight.
Inside the banquet hall.
Abel came out of the restroom and immediately took out his phone to call Huangfu Jue.
"Mission accomplished."
"The result?" The man’s voice was simple and direct.
Abel shrugged, "Seems like she really is a greenhorn."
"I’m not concerned about that." Huangfu Jue’s voice took on an authoritative tone.
"Alright, alright, my Duke." Abel indolently picked up a glass of wine from a waiter’s tray and sipped it, "I don’t think it’s her."
Huangfu Jue pondered briefly, "How is Duke Locke?"
"Looks like he’s got senile dementia." Leaning against a pillar, Abel cast a sidelong glance at Duke Locke on the distant throne-like chair, "What do you think, could it be an act? If it’s real, then the acting is pretty good."
"And who could surpass you?" Huangfu Jue said.
Abel’s bad laugh sounded, "I don’t pretend; I merely play myself."
This was their secret: aside from Huangfu Jue, no one knew the true face of the playboy Abel.
Whether it was Abel’s appearance at the board meeting or tonight’s dance, it was all arranged by Huangfu Jue.
After switching to Nancy’s account, Huangfu Jue had already started investigating the Locke family, not only Duke Locke but also Qian Xueying.
Abel’s recent behavior was merely a test for her.
"However..." Abel narrowed his eyes toward the opposite side of the banquet, "Your Duchess certainly has no small amount of charm."
"What happened?" Huangfu Jue asked.
"There’s a handsome guy blocking her path now; do you want me to help?"
Huangfu Jue’s voice turned cold, "Moses?"
"Correct, add ten points!" Abel laughed, "Alright, off to play the hero."
After hanging up, he made his way over to Gan Yuan.
Across the banquet, when Gan Yuan saw Moses, she had no choice but to stop, her gaze flicking over the glass in his hand as she spoke softly.
"You look pale. Maybe drink less of the strong stuff?"
"The wound is almost healed."
"I was thinking... we need to talk."
"Maybe some other time?"
Huangfu Jue was still waiting for her upstairs, and she didn’t want to keep him waiting too long.
"It’s something very important," Moses insisted earnestly.
"I also have something very important, I’m sorry." She gave a slight bow and slipped past him, striding toward the exit.
Moses frowned and turned to follow, only to find his path blocked by someone.
"Oh, Sir Prophet." Abel blocked him with a sly smile, "I’m wondering what your take is on the recent stock market, hasn’t God sent you a message?"
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