CHAPTER 889: CHAPTER 889: TO DIE BENEATH PEONY FLOWERS, A LIBERTINE EVEN AS A GHOST

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed, and her small hand was enveloped in the man’s large palm.

Elias Hawthorne toyed with her delicate, white fingers one by one, and said calmly, "The beauty in your eyes can never compare to the beauty by your side. What do you think, Emperor Hades?"

Corvus Hades propped his chin with his hand, lazily looking at Raina North and said, "There’s truth in that. So, I wonder when Leo Vaughn will return my beauty to me. If it takes too long, I’m afraid this foolish king might lose control and do something irrational."

The threat in Corvus Hades’ words was clear, causing Raina to feel extremely displeased. She despised Corvus Hades’ attitude of taking her as his possession.

She immediately said with a forced smile, "Emperor Hades, eager to become King Woods, are you not afraid of dying young?"

"What’s there to fear? To die under the peony is also a romantic way to go. It would become a tale of romance for others to speak of; the question is whether Master Rise is willing to make it happen?"

Seeing Corvus Hades becoming more obnoxious with his talk, Raina was about to retaliate when Elias Hawthorne held her back. He turned to Corvus with a smile and said, "Indeed, Emperor Hades is romantic, but unfortunately, born in the wrong time, destined to sleep alone beneath the flower."

Corvus Hades raised an eyebrow, "The Nameless Lord sounds quite certain. Perhaps, one day, that beauty will choose to rest beside King Woods, sharing the journey to the rains on Mount Wu."

Elias did not reply, he simply leaned over and kissed Raina on her lips.

He didn’t deepen the kiss but didn’t pull away either.

He leaned his forehead against Raina’s, their breaths entwined, their eyes filled with profound affection.

Corvus Hades’ expression suddenly darkened; his narrow eyes filled with fury. The teacup in his hand cracked with a snap as his grip tightened.

President Chester’s gaze moved between the three, his expression thoughtful.

...

At this moment, in the banquet hall.

Claire Lowell held a wine glass, responding absent-mindedly to the flatterers surrounding her, her exquisitely made-up eyes fixed on Raina North, who was being adored by the crowd at the VIP table, her eyes filled with an intense, icy glare.

Rise...

This person never belonged to The Umbral Zone, and should not in the future. Since she is so insensible and insists on invading a place that does not belong to her, the only thing she can and must do is eliminate this person completely.

Once someone is dead, they are utterly gone, no longer an eyesore...

Pip Finch was carrying a whole roast pig, bragging with some organization bigwigs.

As a force that only got the chance to attend the Martial Arts Conference this year, Pip Finch was unlike those cautious organizations, fearful of making a grave mistake.

Ever since he discovered Orion’s other identity, Pip had become bold, feeling that The Umbral Zone was his playground.

It made sense, having such a powerful backing and not exploiting it would be a waste.

Pip Finch absolutely would not miss such an opportunity.

However, those organization bigwigs did not want to listen to Pip’s bragging and were bewildered about how to communicate with such an eccentric junior.

More importantly, the longer they talked, the more they felt the urge to go home and discipline their children.

Even though Pip Finch’s rambling mouth revealed the misdeeds of various young people in the field.

Not exactly about murder, arson, and looting, but not far off.

Of course, for these bigwigs, that was nothing unusual; sitting in their positions, none of their hands were clean.

The main issue here was that all of these juniors had been humiliated, and it was Pip Finch who humiliated them.