C43 (2/2)

”It looks like the night isn't over yet,” Klaus replied, reaching for the black jacket. ”I'm going to have another drink with Marcel.”

”Elijah told me about your little plan to destroy Marcel's empire. I don't remember the two of you drinking up New Orleans together?”

Klaus looked at his sister as if she were an idiot, but there was still mockery and pity in his eyes.

”I know you don't have many friends, Rebecca... But some friends drink together, and when they drink, they tell secrets... Marcel found a way to control all the witches in the Pharisee area, and I planned to find out why so that I could use it! Obviously, finding Elijah is not what I'm going to do today. ” Klaus' priority was clear. He didn't seem to care about their brother at all. Bailu looked at him and fell silent.

It seemed that Klaus had already used up all of his patience to explain to Rebecca. He flashed past Rebecca's body. Before he left, he turned around and grinned evilly at the two girls with his snow-white teeth.

”Welcome home, my dear sister.”

Rebecca no longer cared about Bailu Yi, she had always been concerned about Elijah, who had disappeared right before her appearance. Their home was so big, and it would take quite a bit of time and effort for them to conduct a carpet search, and Rebecca did not like wasting it on an inexplicable werewolf.

She looked down at her watch. One of the things she had recently gotten used to.

Thanks to Klaus' laissez-faire, White Dew was free to touch any modern equipment in the room, to channel her memory of being a part of White Dew, and to that ”laptop,” which had helped her so much that White Dew was sure she had no flaws now.

The ancestors' and witches' line of sight never paid any extra attention to a flesh vote. White Dew expressed her satisfaction with the current situation.

Rebecca spent most of the night searching.

White Dew woke up in the middle of the night. The child in her belly seemed to become more and more lively. It had been making a ruckus all this time.

As she dragged her waist, she thought of that damned culprit — Klaus.

He was obviously not back yet, but the werewolf's keen senses told her that there was an extra person downstairs the next second.

White Dew slipped out and looked at Klaus from the corner.

He seemed to have drunk a lot of wine. He didn't look like Klaus at all.