The Twenty-Third Chapter

“So, are you coming to my soiree or do you want me to cut off your manhood if you don’t attend?”

Ludwig was flabbergasted. Not because of the voluptuous woman’s threat that she’ll cut off his velvet steel but because of the fact that she will be hosting a grandiose private party.

It had been years since Maebh hosted a soiree in the Mullins Estate.

“The soiree will be this coming Friday. Don’t forget to wear a nice, clean, outstanding tuxedo!”

Maebh said then she curtsied towards the door after wearing the last piece of her clothes—her underwear.

She wiggled her breasts before closing the door, making Ludwig softly chuckled.

He read the letter in the scarlet envelope for one last time, before sheathing a golden-pommeled dagger beneath his black trench coat.

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It had been days since Rozelyn had ‘dreamwalk’ Ludwig Vergara.