Helen, who hadn't seen Camilla for a long time, suddenly became interested and said, "So, would you let me witness your power again?"
"Okay,." Camila took off her glasses and walked around the private room.
"What did you see? Has your power lost its effect?"
Camilla stopped in front of the wall to the east, with a surprised expression on her face. She said, "Wow, there are so many banknotes piled up inside the wall, along with two antiques and a vase. There seems to be something shiny inside the vase, probably gold."
"Is it true?" Helen walked over, not quite believing.
Camila turned her head towards the door and was surprised, saying, "Wow! Such big breasts... Could it be that these people have all grown up eating papaya, and only my chest is so small?"
"What does it mean?" Helen asked, puzzled.
Camilla raised her chin towards the direction of the door and said, "You'll know once you open the door."
After Helen opened the door, her expression immediately changed. Just as she had just opened the door, a hot and voluptuous beauty with a small bag slung over her shoulder swayed past her.
The enormous chest is simply too overwhelming to look at!
Just then, Helen heard Camilla exclaim in surprise, "Wow, a man? And he's especially big..."
Helen followed Camilla's gaze. There, it was the men's restroom...
"Enough, put on your glasses immediately!"
Helen closed the door to the private room and ordered Camilla back to her room, if this woman didn't put on her glasses soon, she would ruin her lifelong reputation.
Camilla put her glasses back on and lazily leaned back onto the sofa, saying, "My queen, are you really not planning to return to the vampire clan?"
Helen's expression turned slightly sour, and a hint of detachment appeared on her lips. A glimmer of silver light danced in the depths of her dark eyes as she spoke, "I need to return at the appropriate time. But for now, I am recovering from my injuries."
"Are you seriously injured?" Camilla brushed aside the strands of hair falling on her forehead, her expression becoming slightly serious.
Helen lightly nodded her head, a hint of deep color appearing on her forehead. She smiled gently and said, "What do you think? I have been labeled as a traitor and now I am ranked first on the vampire hunting list. If captured alive, hunters will receive two hundred million. If they bring back my body, they will get fifty million."
"Are you really worth so much alive? No wonder those people would rather chase you for thousands of miles, only to be killed by you in the end, than to simply kill you and make you disappear!" Camila's words were filled with irony towards these hunters.
Helen gently narrowed her eyes, gracefully rising from her seat like a noble, overlooking the surroundings. A powerful aura of a vampire countess filled the air. Her thin lips lightly pressed together as she said, "So? Are you planning to capture me too? My Camilla, once my subordinate and the blood clan's war goddess!"
Camilla took a deep breath, got up from the sofa, stood in front of Helen, knelt down on one knee, placed her right hand over her chest, and respectfully said, "My respected Queen, I was once the proud leader of the vampire clan. If I have indeed betrayed you, there is no need to deny my identity at the beginning."
Yes, initially she was just testing Helen, so she deliberately stole her bag to find an opportunity to reveal herself. She wasn't sure if the great bloodline leader, Queen Helen, would still be willing to talk to her, so she had to pretend and lure Helen in order to recognize each other.
"Alright, get up. I've never seen you so serious back when you were in the vampire family."
Helen sighed and collapsed onto the sofa, feeling weak all over. She took a blood bag and started to drink from it. Just now, she had only managed to exert her vampire queen aura for a few seconds with her remaining strength, but it had drained more than half of her energy, leaving her extremely weak.
She is so weak that she may have already lost the qualification to return to the vampire clan.
"What are you planning to do now? Continue being kept by humans?" Camila sat back on the sofa, returning to her usual playful demeanor and making a joke.
"That's not being financially supported," Helen said sharply, reiterating her point. She remembered something else and asked, "Do you have any status in Star City? I have some extra money on hand and I'm planning to buy something."
"Did you use the money from Switzerland?"
Camilla sat up suddenly, her face changing drastically. If we use that money from Switzerland, other vampires will definitely track us down using related clues and they will surely find Star City.
"Of course not," Helen denied, taking out the bank card Dennis had left behind before leaving. She said, "I will temporarily borrow some human money and then return it to him with interest."
Camilla raised an eyebrow, shook three times, and her tone suddenly increased: "You're still saying you're not being kept by humans?"
"What are you shouting for?" Helen glared at Camilla, lifted her high heels, and kicked out angrily. She said with a temper, "Didn't I say I would pay it back? Why keep nagging! Come on, let's go. I want to buy a house and a car!"
After five minutes, the two of them had just walked out of the shopping mall. At the entrance, two men who were always together arrived late and brushed past Helen and Camilla at the door of the revolving elevator. They hurriedly ran into the mall and went straight to the entertainment club.
They are Hank and Abby.
Hank pushed open the door to the VIP room and searched around, becoming so angry that he slammed his fist on the tea table and shouted in frustration, "Damn it! They've escaped again!"
Abby squatted in front of the sofa, took out a pair of gloves from her bag, put them on, and used tweezers to pick up a strand of hair and put it into a specimen bag. She handed it to Hank and instructed, "Take it back to the laboratory for analysis to determine the age of this vampire."
Hank glanced at the bag of evidence and questioned, "Can you really determine anything from just one strand of hair? You are the esteemed disciplinary committee of the Hunting Bureau; please don't undermine your credibility in terms of professional expertise."
Abby narrowed her eyes, and a cold breeze swept through the air: "How is that possible?"
"I hope not." Hank carefully put away the hair, but there was still a hint of doubt in his mind.