The Golden Heart is His

The port city was not one that got visited by wealthy people—not even a fraction would come here as it offered nothing good. Perhaps the only time they would be around was when they would visit their companies, which was a pretty strange thing to happen.

That was why when the dark-blue Maserati drove by, a lot of people turned their heads as if they had just seen a dream car passing by. Darius didn't mind as he understood these people. As long as they didn't dare to steal his gift from Nicholai, everything was fine. He went all the way to the place where they first met Gertrude Truman, but the guards didn't even recognize the car…

Which was strange, based on what Nicholai said.

"You can't proceed beyond this point." The vampire who stood in front of their car looked down at them. He had the urge to stomp on the car's bumper, but there was something about the energy inside that made him wary of damaging the car at any cost.