C67 (1/2)

Klaus' plan went smoothly.

Rousseau's Bar, now exclusive to Marcel and Camille.

Marcel was extremely excited, every bit of his expression was laughing. For some reason, Camil finally agreed to give him a chance, and Marcel was overwhelmed by it.

Marcel had taken care of the whole thing. He had prepared a lot of champagne, wine, roses, music, and even the small details of the lighting effect. He had also made some minor changes to his creativity.

”I told everyone to get off work early today,” Marcel said as he gracefully brought Camille a cocktail he'd made himself. His date was definitely worth it.

The color was a clean gold color, with distinct layers. It was like the color of her beautiful hair. The wine cup reflected Camil's beautiful face. ”Tonight, I am your most humble master.”

Camil took a sip of the wine gracefully. It looked pretty good, but her face showed a cute expression of enjoyment. ”Alright, my grace is so elegant. I'll give you one point more.”

Marcel felt that his heart, after a long period of calm, had begun to come alive again, the taste of human beings, the beauty of love.

”...” ”Only after a long night has passed will beauty begin …” Marcel took Camille's hand and held it carefully between her fingertips, curious and satisfied. ”I'm flattered, my dear. What made you decide to keep your appointment?”

Camil pulled her hand out and answered with a faint smile, ”Everyone is worth a chance.”

Marcel's head was close to her, his expression rapt, as if his eyes were filled with the smell of alcohol.

Or, everyone was drunk.

With a loud slap, the door of the quiet bar was opened. Marcel turned his head and was so angry that he wanted to kill someone. Didn't he say not to let anyone harass them until tomorrow morning?

Unfortunately, he still saw a familiar person. Rebecca rushed in, baring her fangs and brandishing her claws. Her expression was one of anger and arrogance.

”You lied to me,” Camille said, glancing at him, confused. ”Marcel, where's my brother?”

”Good evening to you too,” Marcel said patiently, and the gentleman reached out his hand to introduce them, ”Camil, this is Rebecca …” Rebecca, this is my darling Camille. ”

Blonde hair?

She's beautiful. What is she doing here, her brother? Who is it? Did Marcel know them?