"Miss, you might need to come out and receive our guest, Mr. Dracula has suddenly arrived."
The black-haired wealthy woman's pupils shrank, Dracula was here?
The unlucky Lao Deng, I didn't even invite you, what are you doing here?
In America's myriad social circles, no matter which one you looked at, Temir had nothing to do with Dracula.
This old vampire Dracula was a Shamite Wanderer, while Temir was a standard Greek descendant.
Dracula was over thirty years older than Temir, and, by the usual calculus of a generation gap being three years, he was far too distant from her.
This evening, Temir had invited scholars and artists, which is why she was on the second floor, letting her subordinates handle the reception.
Yet now, with Dracula's uninvited arrival, Temir, out of politeness, must personally greet him.
At the garden's main entrance, old Dracula stood admiring the religious paintings on the exquisite mural, with Demon Dracula standing obediently by his side.
