Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf novel Chapter 232

Summary for Chapter 232: Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf

Chapter 232 – A Turning Point in Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf by Bryson Salazar

In this chapter of Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf, Bryson Salazar introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 232 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Romance genre.

Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar Chapter 232 Cultivation aiding

Queenie looked into John’s eyes, not to be outdone.

Knowing that John couldn’t do anything to her, she deliberately provoked him in this way.

Her lips were so close to John’s ear and her breath tickled his ear, which made him restless and

fidgety.

He turned his head and met her eyes.

Even at such a close distance, there was still no flaws on her dazzling face. Her delicate, white skin was the most perfect masterpiece in the world.

Her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly; her beautiful, round eyes were as bright as flowing

water…

John face turned red unexpectedly.

He looked away for fear that Queenie should notice it.

But the next second his gaze happened to fall on her breast under her nightgown. Her skin was so snow–white that he couldn’t move his eyes from it.

Just like a white marble…

Obviously, Queenie had also noticed John’s gaze, but this time, she did not reach out her hand to cover her breast but looked at him provocatively and said, “Humph, what is the point of watching it? You couldn’t even touch it, you big eunuch.”

Big eunuch?

Damn it!

Being humiliated like this, John gritted his teeth with anger. Suddenly, he put on a bright smile, “Queenie, do you dare to play a game with me?”

“What is it?”

“Cultivation aiding.”

“Well, what’s new about it? I’m able to hold on for more than 20 minutes. Cut it out.” Queenie

greeted John’s proposal with scorn.

“Really?”

John’s smile turned into a snicker, “How about cultivating beside Kate? I dare you to challenge

me.”

Queenie fell for silent.

“Didn’t you say that you’re able to hold on for more than 20 minutes? Since you have such a strong endurance, you must be able to guarantee that you won’t make a sound and wake up Kate, right?”

“Why don’t‘ you say a word, Queenie? You are so coward.”

“What? Coward? Let’s play it. I shall teach you a lesson!”

John knew that Queenie was competitive and emulous. As expected, John provoked she into takin the challenge.

Queenie went to the bathroom first and then followed John to his room.

“Hush! Walk on tiptoe. Don’t wake up Kate.” John whispered.

“Okay!”

The two of them slipped in the room, like a young couple who secretly did something bad behind their parents.

They got on the bed.

Cultivation aidding began.

In order not to be looked down upon by him, Queenie tried her best to restrain her voice and never let Kate, who was sleeping besides, hear her.

Everything went well in the first ten minutes.

Queenie’s breathing was quick and uneven, but she didn’t make any sound.

Fifteenth minute had passed.

Only then did Queenie know why John seemed so certain to win.

Kate suddenly turned over and her hands groped in the air. Finally, her hands landed on Queenie’s

breast…

“Oh, my!” Queenie gasped.

She was on the brink of collapse.

It was all human blood.

A naked man was in one of these vats, his body was surrounded by bloody mist.

“You all are good for nothing! You can’t even catch a little girl! And those tomb–keepers! They are

unaware that the old bishop’s tomb has been broken in! Go get them and kill them!”

The man in the big vats growled.

“Yes, bishop!”

A grand protector of the Demonism went out and brought in several shivering men who were all members of the Demonism.

They were responsible for guarding the old bishop’s tomb.

“Please! Pease forgive us!”

As soon as they came in, they knelt down in horror and begged and kowtowed.

“Humph, forgive you? Then how can I face the old bishop after

my

death?”

The man roared and stretched out an arm from the vat. He pinched his fingers and the blood coagulated into a thin column and shot out, piercing through the chests of these people kneeling on

the ground.

“Put their blood into the vats.”

“Yes!”

After a while, a man in a black robe came in and said, “Bishop, we have found the whereabouts of the tomb–robber. He is in the Greenland Villa in New York.”

“Well, you take some men to New York right away and bring that girl to me. I will make her my

maid!”

The bishop of the Demonism put on an obscene smile.