Kingdom’s Bloodline

ARC: The King’s Calamity Curse

Chapter 81:There’s a discount!

“So, Felicia, you are not a dependent woman, and nothing can rule over you.”

“Including the Black Street Brotherhood.”

Raphael stared thoughtfully at the woman lying sideways on the table.
The latter stared in a trance, pulling the handcuffs attached to the table legs in vain.
There was a sense of meaninglessness and indolence in her actions.

“No woman wants to be in a position of submission, and being taken possession of is never of one’s own volition.” Felicia glanced at him with cold eyes,

“Even those women who believe they are willing and used to be dependent on.”

The Barren Bone man glanced towards the one-way glass.

Thales noticed that the Black Prophet next to him broke into a soundless laugh, causing the vines on his knees to shake back and forth.

Raphael opened the dossier at hand and returned to the topic,

“So, if you don’t mind, could you please explain to me why there has recently been such a vigorous “movement shift” of Brotherhood members from other locations to the Royal Capital, specifically focusing on those northern migrants?”

Felicia, who seemed to have given up resistance, rolled her eyes.

The charming, bewitching creature rolled over on the interrogation table and gathered her long, tantalisingly defined legs in stockings to Raphael’s side.

As comfortable as stretching on her own soft bed.

“What’s so strange about that? A few months ago, the northerners in the Black Sand Region engaged in a civil war.
Many people couldn’t survive, so of course they had to flee south across the border—all the other lands were owned, but Eternal Star City is easy to make money in and has a lot of work.
So why not come?”

Civil War in the Black Sand Region.

Thales recalled what Gilbert had told him: In the days when the prince struggled to return to his homeland, King Chapman used the City of Faraway Prayers’ delay in the Alliance of Freedom as an opportunity to purge dissenters using any and all available measures and eventually became the most outstanding archduke in the history of the Black Sand Region.

And he, Chapman Lampard, would never be satisfied with just that.

What he had done was just let a butterfly fly on the land of Eckstedt.

“But it’s not just Eckstedtians.
Those who came to the Royal Capital through the Brotherhood also include many Constellatiates from the northern border.”

Raphael ignored the jade legs overlapping at his side and continued,

“Especially women and children, quite a few of them have come under your command and received your ‘training for making a living’?”

Hearing this, Felicia shook her head in disdain,

“Hmph, it’s the same old story again.”

“I’m only responsible for taking care of the little flowers, and I don’t care about the rest—to catch illegal human trafficking, why don’t you go to Anton the Ripper or Rhoda the Iron Heart, or at least Boss Morris?”

She provocatively poked Raphael’s files with her toes,

“Or you have no guts and you only dare to pick on soft targets?”

Raphael withdrew the files and was waiting for an answer, but Felicia turned over again.

This time, with her face turned towards Raphael, she indulgently slipped her fingers into her collarband and rubbed gently.

“You know, soft targets…”

The woman gasped softly with a gentle voice and blurry eyes, and her hand was continuously folding her chest—a sight that made one’s ears grow hot.

“The kind that is soft, round, and fluffy?”

Thales blushed and looked away, only to find Morat watching eagerly.

Raphael, with his head throbbing, averted his gaze from the ambiguous scene and avoided looking at Felicia’s provocative posture.

He coughed, somewhat unnaturally,

“I know, your clubhouse on Red Square Street is thriving, making money every day…”

“It has also brought in a lot of well-connected wealthy individuals, so it’s not convenient for us to search and seizure it directly…”

Hearing this, Felicia, who was caressing herself, smiled with small round dimples and a slight flush on her cheeks in response to his words, a heart-racing sight to behold.

But Raphael quickly adjusted himself, going straight to the point,

“However, with sanitary inspections, business licence, employment verification, and the tax audit…”

Raphael put down the documents with a stern look,

“Suspend your business for two or three weeks; there should be no problem.”

Suspend business…

Felicia stopped rubbing her chest.

Her seductive aura disappeared in a flash.

“Pretty boy,” the woman pulled her hand out of her dress, her gaze went from hot to cold suddenly, and words as sharp as swords,

“Life is short, and you are so good-looking, so don’t waste it!”

When tempted, Raphael might not be comfortable.

But threatened, he remained unfazed.

The Barren Bone man hummed, completely unconcerned,

“Why?”

“Why are you looking for those northern girls, those northern girls who are notoriously unpopular with the johns?”

Felicia stared at him warily and grimly.

“You can answer this simple question for me,” Raphael politely reached out to the lady,

“Or give up the next half month’s turnover, including the living expenses and make-up money of your little flowers.”

The Barren Bone man appeared to be especially gentle and polite, but reading between the lines, he just wanted to take away people’s livelihood,

“The choice is yours.”

Felicia frowned; in her every expression, there was grace.

The Brotherhood streetwalkers’ leader tentatively stretched out and cast a doubtful glance at the interrogator.

Raphael gave her a bright and warm smile in response.

“Because it’s popular.”

Felicia hesitated for a while and finally replied unhappily,

“Now, the johns in the Royal Capital—especially the upper class—have taken on to play with Northland girls, so they have become very popular.”

“And, pointing out that they should be tall, have a good figure, and be the kind with a temper.”

Northland girls…

Thales had expected this when he heard it.

“How do you know?” Raphael looked, deliberately or not, in the direction of the glass.

Felicia gave him a look of contempt,

“Know? What’s there to know?”

“Don’t forget that our kingdom’s ‘Polaris’ is back from the north, and he’s an expert at picking up northern girls.”

Polaris.

Back from the north…

Thales couldn’t help but close his eyes gently, feeling bitter inwardly.

Raphael shook his head lightly,

“I don’t get it.”

“Don’t get it? This is the environment he brought back!” Felicia exclaimed with disgust and ranted,

“Yesterday, His Royal Highness berated many noble ladies at the banquet and even asked specifically for a Northland girl to accompany him—that’s the evidence!”

Thales wrinkled his brows.

“Wait a minute! Don’t you think it’s strange?”

Hearing such outrageous rumours, Raphael couldn’t help but question,

“The dignified prince would recruit prostitutes as soon as he returned? Nevertheless, at a banquet? Ask specifically for a Northland girl?”

Felicia glared at him, as if seeing some strange creature.

“Strange? Ha!”

The woman sneered,

“Pretty boy, in this field, if you see what I’ve seen…”

Having said that, Felicia’s face turned cold, and her lips curled up in disdain,

“Those so-called superior people, when the shiny doors close, the curtains are pulled, and the trouser belts are loosened… I wouldn’t be surprised if they start eating shit for dinner one day!”

Felicia sat up and pursed her lips at Raphael, tugging again at the shiny handcuffs on her hand,

“Why, do you think it’s strange to prefer the manly women of the Northlands compared to the various eccentricities of the many johns in the Royal Capital?”

Felicia snorted with an indignant tone,

“Anyway, they are powerful and influential, no matter how dull or foolish is what they do; as long as they are different from us, they are all good and worth following, aren’t they?”

Raphael leaned back, ignoring what the other party meant when she showed the handcuffs to him.

“So you all just copied it? Follow the trend?”

The young man from the Secret Intelligence Department clicked his tongue and said,

“They eat shit; so you eat shit too?”

Felicia shook her head and grimaced at him.

“Do you think we want to?”

“It’s like they live on the upper reaches of the river bank, while we are chewing the fat downstream,” she gritted her teeth, stretched her legs without hesitation, and poked Raphael’s arm with her toes through the silk stockings,

“When the people upstream start pooping in the river…”

“If they don’t want to die of thirst, people downstream can’t drink anything but poop!”

Raphael had no choice but to avoid the smooth and tender soles of her feet.

“I have to eat it while praising loudly, ‘Fuck, this shite from Prince Thales is so soft, stenchy, and chewy.
And it leaves your mouth full of flavour afterwards; even the teeth are sticky and steaming hot’!”

The beautiful woman in front of him, self-satisfiedly bobbing her head and sarcastically spouting vulgar words, made an uncanny sight…

“Actually, I’ve only just finished lunch, but…”

Raphael put down the dossier with a gloomy expression,

“Thanks.”

Felicia looked at him and couldn’t help but laugh—so much so that she started shaking with laughter.

She was a far cry from her coquettish self, and also far more attractive.

Only Thales behind the glass was expressionless; listening to others make fun of his excrement was not something to be proud of.

Raphael’s expression turned serious,

“What if he doesn’t know?”

“What if Prince Thales doesn’t like Northland girls at all, let alone know about this matter?”

Felicia was taken aback for a moment and then waved her hand dismissively,

“Ha! How could it be?”

“How could he not know?”

“He’s a prince, surrounded by the smartest people in the kingdom and beyond!”

“What can he not know that even we lowly folk know?”

Thales shuddered.

Felicia approached Raphael with a wicked smile, keen to gossip,

“Guests with official positions have said, who did not know that the prince, during his years in the north, had been in a favourable position and made that dolly Archduchess feel comfortable from the inside out…”

Raphael raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“There is also the only daughter of the Duke of the Northern Territory, the young lady of the Arunde family.
One hears that she also sneaked into Dragon Cloud City and had a tryst with the prince.
The two of them have an affair…”

This time, Raphael’s complexion tensed up, and he pursed his lips tightly.

Thales, behind the glass, inexplicably felt a shiver down his spine.

“See? Long before the prince returned home, people in the Royal Capital started poking around and changing their tune in order to stay close to his preferences and have a common ground with him.”

Felicia grinned broadly and said,

“Now? They don’t eat soft pussy anymore.”

“And these days in Red Square Street, the goods from Eckstedt are particularly sought-after, even the Northern lads as thick as carrots—the Northern girls are even more popular, and those who have both the appearance of a Northlander and the bearing of a Constellatiate are expensive as hell.”

Raphael didn’t say anything and seemed to be still digesting the rumours he had just heard.

Felicia did not notice; she was a little upset,

“In our case, of course, there is only market demand to be met…”

Felicia snorted disdainfully and laid back again on the table.

“I just don’t understand what’s so good about those Northern girls; they’re all as hard as iron.
They can’t sway their hips when they walk.
Their hands are full of calluses from rough work, and they can’t be taught…”

She stretched her body on the table, showing incredible flexibility, turned at a comfortable angle to face Raphael, and suddenly changed her voice tone,

“But who knows? Maybe if you’ve been blown by the north wind for a long time, you get used to it being big, long, and hard.”

She spoke in a very wanton and explicit way, putting her beautiful body on display, and with a faint trace of an ingratiating smile on her face,

“What, you like the ones from the north too?”

The ones from the north.

Raphael frowned slightly.

A figure, brimming with vigour and vitality, lit up in his mind.

Raphael snorted softly, and without thinking too much, he raised an eyebrow and turned a page.

“But do you know, Pretty boy, I can also get…”

Felicia moved her ankle, her skin gently scraping Raphael’s cuff through her stockings,

“Pretty tough…”

Her voice was dreamy and captivating.

“Of course you can,” but Raphael didn’t raise his head, “Miss Felicia…”

Just then, Felicia’s eyes sharpened!

One breath, and her long, slender legs darted out!

Thales was startled.

A sudden, resounding blow…

…it was a muffled clash of flesh on flesh!

In just a second, the interrogation room returned to silence; only the woman’s groans and gasps remained.

Thales looked intently—Felicia’s whip kick was firmly grasped by Raphael; it stopped at the latter’s neck.

The Barren Bone man lifted his head unperturbed and looked at one of the table’s legs—the cuffs that were supposed to hold Felicia were long empty at the other end.

“When did you get out?”

Raphael knitted his brows and put more pressure on his hands.

With her ankles restrained, the woman clenched her teeth and turned pale, forcing herself to speak with a faint moan,

“Yeah, that’s the kind of tough I was talking about… Damn, you’re pushing too hard too; ah, it hurts…”

Felicia’s face went white, and she couldn’t hold it anymore.

Her right leg trembled, and the hem of the skirt slid down towards her thigh, revealing a large area of whiteness.

The Barren Bone man subconsciously turned his gaze away.

But Felicia’s gaze chilled, and her left leg, propped up on the table, alternated kicks like a bat out of hell!

Clearly, not only was this woman an outstanding actress—and a rather charming one at that—but even her deepest hidden skills were not to be underestimated.

Unfortunately, she ran into Raphael.

With a dull sound…

… once again, Felicia’s ankle was firmly caught by Raphael.

The Barren Bone man was expressionless as he buckled downwards, and another pair of handcuffs appeared in his hands, cuffing the woman’s ankle to the diagonal table leg.

“Fuck!”

At the sound of Felicia’s curses, ghostly Raphael’s form sidestepped a fist after her kip-up, as if foreseeing it.

The Barren Bone man displayed before their eyes an incredible body awareness, and with just one blow, he held down her arm again, pressed the struggling woman back to the table, and firmly handcuffed her back to the shackles she had broken free from.

Felicia’s attempt at a sneak attack failed.

And thus, the dishevelled beauty, with one hand and one foot handcuffed to the table legs, was lying diagonally in a strange position on the table—in a quite inviting display.

“Yo, I knew it, Pretty boy…”

Seeing that her escape had failed, Felicia leaned back and arched her curves, all coquettish again,

“Binding, handcuffing, deflowering—men are all particularly into it…”

Her eyes were brimming with lustful ideas.

Raphael, however, wasn’t as respectful and reserved this time around.

“Yeah, but don’t you too?”

The Barren Bone man regarded her with a wide, mysterious, and devilish grin.

With the baleful smirk on, Raphael went behind her head, ran his hands gently over her shoulders, up to the first button on her collar, and proceeded to undo it.

Having a glimpse of her own underclothing, Felicia’s eyes slightly changed.

This guy……

No, he’s got to be pulling a fast one on her…

“What’s he up to?”

Thales asked Morat uncomfortably, “Interrogation techniques are one thing, but this is too…”

But the Black Prophet simply gestured to him to be quiet.

“I knew it, heh, men…”

Sensing the whereabouts of Raphael’s hands, Felicia closed her eyes contemptuously, moaning seductively while looking for the next opportunity,

“Uh-huh, oh—”

But to her surprise, Raphael had no intention of stopping.

His eyes were earnest, his fingertips slipping unrestrainedly through the collarband and into her underclothing, feeling up Felicia’s haughty breasts, delving deeper and deeper—

Felicia’s eyes opened abruptly!

“Damn it!”

The woman yanked at the shackles on both sides, struggling against Raphael’s evil clutches, and, shamed into anger, she cursed in a loud voice,

“You’re really too fucking into this, huh?”

Raphael’s gaze suddenly turned stern, and his left hand lashed out!

Felicia experienced agonising insight.

“Hiss—fuck!”

The next second, Raphael left Felicia’s side, and he looked vigilantly at the thing he was holding in his left hand.

It was a female corset.

Intimate, sexy, and dark in colour.

Felicia looked at her chest, feeling the emptiness, and then at Raphael in bewilderment.

Only to see Raphael carefully and gently shaking out her corset, rubbing it inch by inch.

In a short time, he fished out seven or eight iron wires, five or six thin needles, at least three sharp blades, a small bag of medicinal powder, and many trinkets Thales couldn’t recognize.

Felicia’s look changed at that point to one of genuine horror and disbelief.

“This dose is enough to bring down three adult men,” he cautiously dipped in the powder and gave it a little sniff, distinguishing certain ingredients from the woman’s scent,

“Or yourself.”

“Quite impressive.”

Raphael placed the knick-knacks, one by one, carefully on the chair,

“Out of all the opponents I’ve been through, you’re not the best, but you’re certainly the toughest.”

“Fuck you.” Felicia gnashed her teeth and stared at him; her hatred this time was pure and unblemished compared with her pretense.

Raphael smirked.

“Up until now, you’ve made good use of your body, repeatedly forcing me to look away before using this ‘small tool’ here to unlock the handcuffs,”

Raphael put down her corset and fastened the buttons on Felicia’s chest, not forgetting to straighten her collar,

“What, are prostitutes taught this too?”

Understanding the disparity between the enemy and her, Felicia stopped using flirting and seduction as a ruse and simply looked at the handcuffs on both her hand and foot, rather unwillingly.

“Have you ever been a beggar in the streets, Pretty boy?”

She let Raphael tidy her clothes and icily said,

“Especially during the Bloody Year, when millions of people were driven from their homes and left roaming; the war’s mayhem left them broken and orphaned, and the worst, most pitiful beggars were born?”

Thales was taken aback at the words.

Bloody Year.

Beggars.

Raphael had the same gaze.

“Streets, that’s the best school.” Felicia stared blankly at the ceiling.

“It teaches you everything.”

Were you lucky or not.

It was still ruthless.

Right then.

A slight sharp noise…

At that sound, Felicia looked down in astonishment.

The handcuffs on her hand came off.

Raphael walked to the other side and, in the same way, unshackled the woman’s foot.

Felicia sat up in surprise,

“What are you…?”

“Stop,” Raphael let go of Felicia’s foot, helped her off the table, and said earnestly, “Tell your ‘source of goods’.”

“To immediately stop the search for Northland girls and return to your normal business routine,”

“To stop catering to the interests of the johns.”

“That’s all.”

Felicia sat back in her chair and put on her shoes, her eyes going back and forth between the handcuffs and Raphael, seemingly confused about the situation.

However, she squeezed her chest together, remembering the humiliation she just then had suffered, and so, with a resolute expression, she raised her head and gritted her teeth, “No way!”

“You tell that to the Blood Bottle Gang!”

“They were the ones who started it! And they’re the only ones with better supplies than us!”

Raphael didn’t get angry; he just sat back on the table, smiling at her,

“I assure you—they will stop too.”

“In the Royal Capital, no one can compete in such thing anymore.”

“As for the latest party to stop, the Police Department—or the Department of Finance, the City Hall, even the Department of Discipline, whichever you think of—will make frequent visits during these few weeks.”

The Blood Bottle Gang.

Felicia was baffled.

She did not retort further.

The Finance Department, City Hall, the Department of Discipline…

Hold on!

“Who are you?”

Felicia came to her senses, and the interrogation room was examined in all its details,

“You don’t ask about the Black Street Brotherhood; you don’t ask about the inner workings of our business; you don’t ask about our clients and customers, but you are particularly interested in weird things…”

She looked warily at the Barren Bone man,

“Are you really a police officer at all?”

Raphael smiled mysteriously and did not reply.

Felicia narrowed her striking eyes.

“At least a name?”

Raphael may have lessened the tension by releasing her; she no longer made deliberate seduction ruses but instead became mean-spirited,

“I can’t keep calling you “Pretty ‘Weeny’ boy” in my mind forever?”

Raphael became stiff as a corpse.

‘Weeny'…

Thales, behind the glass, raised an eyebrow.

Felicia looked defiantly at Raphael, her eyes repeatedly gouging out in his crotch.

“Why, you won’t let me see it, so I’ll just have to guess that it’s very teeny.” She blinked innocently.

Raphael was silent for quite a while.

In the end, he made up his mind and raised his head,

“Kohen.”

Seriously, he said,

“My name is—Kohen Karabeyan.”

In the other compartment, Thales stared wide-eyed.

“Go check me out, Miss, and then decide if you want to get back at me.” Raphael said coolly.

Kohen Karabeyan.

Felicia knitted slightly her brows.

She took a good look at Raphael, as if she wanted to carve the face into her mind and never forget it.

“Very well, Kohen,” said the woman, looking pensive,

“I won’t let you off the hook.”

Felicia suddenly bent forward and wrapped her arms around Raphael’s neck,

“And there’s bound to be a day when this lady before you will fuck you up so good—from head to toe, from dick to mouth, until you’re crying your eyes out and die of exhaustion.”

“Kohen ‘Weeny’ Karabeyan”

The woman stared fiercely into the eyes of the Barren Bone man.

The corner of Raphael’s mouth curled.

“Then he… then I look forward to it.”

Felicia responded with a flirtatious but grim smile before releasing him.
She bent down carelessly and pulled her heels on.

“So, are you done looking for trouble?”

“Now, ‘Weeny’ Kohen, if you’re not going to arrest me…”

But Raphael suddenly spoke up,

“A few years ago, there was a bar in the Underground Street not far from Black Street.”

“But it changed owners after the ‘One Night War’, does that ring a bell?”

In a jiffy, the eyes of Thales, who was listening on the sidelines, sharpened!

“You mean, the Sunset Pub?”

Felicia looked back suspiciously.

“That’s the Green Area of the Brotherhood; there are more guys coming and going than the people I have slept with,” the woman shook her head curtly and said indifferently,

“I can’t remember clearly.”

Thales looked absentminded.

His memory seemed to have flown back to a long time ago.

Before he was a prince.

Those…

People and incidents.

Raphael continued to ask,

“It is said that the boss of the Sunset Pub, that is, the assassin ‘Reverse Machete’, had a conflict with the Brotherhood and thus cut ties with the Black Sword and flew away; is that true?”

“I don’t know; I’m not sure.” Speaking about the Sunset Bar, Felicia had a cold look on her face.

Raphael hummed.

“Do you know, then, for what matter the boss and the Brotherhood cut off ties?”

Felicia straightened her dress and gave him a disgruntled glance, either of anger or discontentment,

“I said I don’t know; Boss Morris doesn’t like us asking too much.”

But Raphael laughed.

He was staring straight at Felicia,

“Allegedly, you are on good terms with the bar boss’s daughter, the female bartender?”

Felicia made a slight motion.

Thales listened in a daze.

‘Sunset Pub…’

‘Conflict within the Brotherhood…’

And most importantly,

‘The boss’s daughter… the female bartender…’

‘On good terms with Felicia?’

The prince noticed that the Black Prophet beside him was watching him with interest, as if expecting this scene.

But that didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter anymore.

Felicia took a deep breath.

“Do you mean that, hmm, sassy, cool, cute, and tasty girl,” the streetwalkers’ leader pouting, she snorted in resignation,

“It’s a pity that she hadn’t been put to bed before she moved out.”

Jala.

Through the glass, Thales unwavering fixed his eyes on Felicia.

Jala!

Raphael ignored her ambiguous statement, and with a penetrating gaze, he got to the heart of the matter,

“Then maybe you know where they are?”

Felicia’s eyes were cold.

She turned around and met Raphael’s gaze straight on, not taking it lying down,

“Know what—you, mother, fucker.”

Raphael didn’t bat an eyelid.

“Kohen, hmph, who came up with such a stupid name? It’s as stupid as the man himself.” Felicia slid her hands into her dress to rearrange her breasts while mumbling disdainfully.

The onlooker, Thales, frowned and looked at Morat.

But the Black Prophet just shook his head.

“I am aware that Lance has given you the necessary training to ensure that the ‘Sleepless Eye’ has enough power to prevent you from knowing and saying anything critical.”

Raphael took a deep breath and exhaled slowly,

“But you go back and tell him.”

The Barren Bone man gave a wry smile,

“That his folks expect him to…”

“Come home often.”

Felicia was momentarily taken aback.

She looked to Raphael in surprise, then to the dossier in his hand, and to the files that were scattered on the floor.

Those long-term cases that even the Police Department couldn’t find out.

A second later, Felicia grew deadly pale and lightly trembled.

“You are, you people are—”

Raphael leaned on the table, the corners of his mouth raising a little.

But the woman quickly restrained her expression, trying her best to hide the panic in her heart.

“Maybe you should tell him yourself.”

Felicia spoke stiffly, her earlier composure gone.

“I will,” Raphael sluggishly nodded,

“Some day.”

Felicia bit her lip.

“Lo—Lord Lance said,” her words were a little swallowed, obviously greatly affected by emotions,

“He has long since paid off his debt, and we have nothing to do with what he does or does not owe you.”

Raphael was silent for a while.

His eyes slowly became frightening.

“Tell Lance that he paid back the interest but not the principal.”

With a husky voice, his next words could send a chill down anyone’s spine,

“Knowing and keeping secrets is our Department’s duty.”

Felicia’s expression changed.

She swallowed hard and spoke strongly,

“Go to hell, Kohen Fucking Karabeyan!”

Raphael smiled and handed her the black corset,

“You can go now.
When you’re done changing your clothes, my colleague will see you out.”

Felicia stared at him dead in the eyes with mixed emotions.

“No need, I’ll leave it for you as a souvenir,” the woman finally turned around resolutely and held her breasts up.

“The best way to wear them is fucking loosely!”

Raphael dropped his corset indifferently and nodded,

“Very well, then, I look forward to our next meeting.”

Felicia looked back at him coldly; she couldn’t express her disapproval any more forcefully.

At Raphael’s prompting, the two large men walked into the interrogation room and handed Felicia the hood.

But in the next moment, the woman smiled, as if spring had arrived.

“Oh, Pretty ‘Weeny’ boy,” Felicia winked, biting her lip gloss,

“I’m looking forward to it too, but you can go steadily and slowly.”

Raphael’s complexion stiffened.

“Of course, you and your colleagues, too, often come to Red Square Street for fun—remember, my clubhouse is called ‘One Night Stand’.”

Felicia approached the two big men coquettishly.

Raphael shook his head helplessly.

“Also, Kohen, if it’s you…”

As Felicia’s eyes darted around,

Until it landed on Raphael’s cold but handsome face, rubbing her lips with a tender smile,

“There is a discount!”