Chapter 452 Chaotic Hell_2

So it's talking business, not actually doing business. A heads-up would have prevented this misunderstanding.

She gracefully took her seat, as though nothing had happened.

A few lovely young ladies with half-spider bodies crawled into the living room, offering dark-hued tea. Each was draped in purple gauze, barely concealing anything, teasingly covering and uncovering, making one itch to see more clearly.

In terms of charm, these retainers couldn't hold a candle to Martia. Wayne glanced briefly before averting his eyes.

Then he glanced again.

No ulterior motives, just trying to blend in with the Hell culture since he's new here, hoping not to stand out.

Wayne did not refuse the tea on the table; he took a sip confidently, knowing he had left behind human weakness long ago.

"Hmm, is that a hint of milk?"

Wayne looked quizzically at Martia, thinking there should have been poison instead.

This earnest tea with milk seemed too out of place for Hell.