Half an hour later, Seven Days Hotel.
In a VIP luxury suite, women's shoes, handbags, and jewelry are scattered all over the place, in a messy and extravagant manner. On the snow-white bed, a young and beautiful woman removes her heavy makeup to reveal an innocent and lovely teenage face.
On the bedside table, there is an empty wine glass stained with red liquid. The young girl's face is flushed, showing signs of intoxication. She lies uncomfortably in bed and waves to Dennis, asking, "What is your name?"
Dennis sat on the sofa, elegantly crossing his long legs. He had a cold expression, with a dark glint in his eyes. A woman's voice sounded by his ear: "Mr. Dennis?"
That is Helen's voice. When she first met him, there was a hint of hunting excitement and a touch of animalistic greed, full of temptation and provocation.
Not belonging to Emma.
Not belonging to anyone.
And certainly not belonging to the woman who mysteriously appeared before me.
The girl, holding a pillow, sat up. She glanced at her slightly wrinkled but intact clothes and her moist eyes, and said, "Don't you like me either?"
Dennis, with his slender fingers, gently rubbed his forehead, a hint of weariness hidden in his expression. His tea-black eyes glanced over the woman's slightly angry eyebrows and he calmly said, "I'm sorry, I am gay."
"Why did you bring me to the hotel?" the girl murmured, questioning.
Since he came, he didn't touch her. She offered herself willingly, but he refused?
Dennis raised an eyebrow and said, "In this world, there aren't many men who are content and obedient. You should consider yourself lucky to have met me."
The girl threw her pillow aside and pouted, saying, "I don't care. I'm already nineteen years old and haven't even had my first kiss yet. It's embarrassing."
Dennis picked up his coat and walked to the window. He gazed at the vast and ancient city outside, then picked up the phone and dialed Albert's number: "Where are you?"
"Of course, it was having intimate relations with a beautiful woman in a hotel room. Mr. Dennis, what can I assist you with?"
"Within ten minutes, come see me," Dennis said and then hung up the phone.
He didn't say why or where.Still, Albert arrived at the appointed time.As soon as he got in, he grabbed Dennis by the collar and shoved his elbow forward, straight into his neck, pushing him up against the wall.
Albert maintained a cool and handsome face, adorned with peach blossoms, as he warned Dennis word by word, "Dennis, it's better if you really have something important to discuss with me."
Under normal circumstances, Dennis is an eighth-degree black belt in Taekwondo and a seventh-degree black belt in Karate. Due to his professional background, he has also studied Eastern martial arts for four years. Regarding Albert's attempt at restraining him, it is simply a piece of cake for Dennis to easily resolve it.
However, Dennis did not use force. Instead, he wrapped his slender arms around Albert and effortlessly brought him to the woman inside the house.
Dennis's gaze, calm and detached, swept from top to bottom. His eyes were as still as water, devoid of any emotion. He said, "this is my boyfriend."
"I don't believe..." The girl rubbed her eyes, as if she saw a handsome man again.
Albert stood there, stuttering: "Where did this woman come from?"
He clearly didn't understand the current situation. And, who is the boyfriend? What the hell?
Dennis glanced briefly at Albert, turned and walked away, saying, "You are all sisters, have a good chat."
Albert looked at Dennis's back, a hint of playfulness drifting through his deep gaze. "Hey! What joke are you making? What sisterhood are you talking about?"
Dennis walked out of the hotel, opened the car door, and sat inside. He rested his forehead against the car window for a while before driving away. Many years have passed, and his heart remains calm like still water. No ripples have been stirred.
Now, however, a trace has been etched in his heart's lake by a woman named Helen.
.....
In the evening, with the glow of the setting sun illuminating the mountains and a sea of red clouds spreading across the sky, flocks of white doves fly over Times Square. They soar freely in the azure sky, circling and gliding while emitting gentle cooing sounds.
It looks like a pure and beautiful snowfall in the May weather. In Times Square, there is a crowd of people and cars coming and going.
Helen held Sam's hand, while Camilla supported Helen. The three of them walked briskly through the crowd, gradually increasing their walking speed.
"Wow, so many people! These people are so fresh."
After waking up, Sam has been wandering among the crowd, his eyes fixed on the delicious food around him, constantly drooling. For him, the human world is truly wonderful because there are so many foods here, so many delicious foods!
Helen fumbled and took out a blood bag from her leisure bag, throwing it to Sam, saying, "Don't embarrass me."
"Hmm, blood is good to drink! " Sam sucked the blood in the blood bag, delicious.
For thousands of years, Sam seems to have remained unchanged. His way of speaking has always stayed at the age of three, and it's unclear who he learned it from. Anyway, ever since he first met Helen, he has always had a delicate appearance, exaggeratedly weak.
Camilla looked around cautiously, her face stern. She lowered her voice and said, "Helen, we've been circling around for so long but can't shake off that hunter who's chasing us. What should we do now?"
Helen slightly furrowed her brows, and a hint of coldness appeared in her ink-black eyes. Suddenly, a sour taste rose up from her stomach, catching her off guard, and she exclaimed softly, "Hmm!"
She held her hand over her mouth, blood dribbling through her fingers and falling to the ground. Consciousness was fading from her mind.
"Helen, you're bleeding! What should we do? I'm really scared!" Sam suddenly panicked. The blood bag in his mouth wasn't even finished yet, and he almost turned into a meatball and escaped.
Camilla acted quickly and grabbed Sam by the ears, lifting him up forcefully to prevent a frightening public transformation scene. She said sternly, "Can you please show some ambition?"
Sam pursed his lips, and a pair of beautiful eyes were filled with mist as he said in a distressed tone, "Helen is bleeding. It's really scary."
Camilla supported Helen and walked to a shady spot nearby, where they sat down. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the bloodstains off Helen's mouth and hands, asking with concern, "What happened? Why are you coughing up blood?"
"Yes, it's such a delicious blood, but unfortunately, I dare not drink it." Sam felt sorry for her bleeding.
In the vampire clan, members are not allowed to consume the blood of vampires stronger than themselves, otherwise they will suffer and die in agony, turning into dust. Currently, Helen, despite being injured, is a powerful queen who has existed for thousands of years.
In the entire vampire clan, few can rival them. Unless it is those ancient pure-blooded vampires who have long disappeared from the world.