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?

    Camil looked at the beautiful crazy woman and mocked Marcel. "I can tell you still have a crush on the blonde!"

    Rebecca didn''t know if it was Camille or blond, but she felt the anger in her chest grow deeper and stronger.

    "Hey," Camille said, feeling that she was insulting, that she had a terrible upbringing.

    Rebecca simply treated it as a vacuum and coolly grabbed Marcel to forcefully suppress him. The two of them instantly began to fight intensely, causing the wine rack to sway from side to side. Everything that they had meticulously prepared turned into a mess.

    "Tell me, where is Elijah?" Marcel had to avoid it first, as far away as he could get. Damn it, Camille, she saw it.

    "What happened?" Camille is completely out of the picture, and the situation is getting more and more horrifying. Marcel and Rebecca are like actors in an action movie. Camille''s hand is gripping his bag, somewhat dazed. What is this woman trying to do, does she think Marcel is a sandbag?

    Rebecca couldn''t be bothered to deal with a human right now. Her attacks towards Marcel were sharp and decisive, her hands and feet were nimble. "Tell me where he is. Otherwise, I will kill you! "

    Marcel didn''t believe it at all.

    "No, you won''t." Marcel was sure that a man''s instincts were sometimes accurate. Rebecca would not kill him, and Marcel would not kill her.

    Regardless of men or women, they always had an inexplicable interest in their predecessors. Moreover, they had been busy for more than a few hundred years.

    "Maybe you''re right." While Marcel wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, tidied his clothes, and then quickly turned to strangle Camille, lifting him up and threatening him with a cold voice, "But I''ll kill her."

    "Let her go." He didn''t like harming innocent people. He had an agreement with humans, and furthermore, this cute little woman was the Camil he liked.

    Rebecca saw Marcel raise his hands in compromise, and there was a smoky look of hatred on his face.

    "If you win, please let her go. I''ll take you to see Elijah." Marcel could only choose to leave with Rebecca first. He could not take the risk.

    "What?" Camil was shocked, unable to believe what she was seeing. Everything was abnormal, including Marcel, the woman, speed, and the way she was fighting. There was not a single wound. Her eyes were filled with fear. Who the hell are you people? "

    "Shh," Marcel comforted Camille. He held her head, forcing their eyes to meet. "As long as you remember, I will make it up to you. I promise."

    Human, it''s just food. Who is he showing it to?