“Ah!”
Sion exclaimed. As soon as she felt the warm body under the quilt, she instinctively rolled over and uncovered herself.
What she saw shocked her.
A man was lying under the quilt of her bed.
‘Who is he?’
After revealing his real body, Alex and Sion looked at each other in dismay. He could have left, but he changed his mind after hearing the Divine Heir of Olympus and learning about the woman’s identity. She was a descendant of the Nine-Tails Emperor, so wouldn’t that make her Chantelle’s junior and related to his senior, Frostine?
He had to save her no matter what.
Most importantly, he despised the Divine Heir of Olympus for his notoriety. When he heard about Shirley, he felt that the Divine Heir was problematic and had immoral core values. Now that Alex had seen him in person, he was in a worse mess.
‘Since I’m here, why don’t I reap a life before going back?’
Alex had thought so. He looked closely at the Divine Heir, Ale, and found that his cultivation level was just that of a Heavenly Immortal…
Huh? Why did he use the word ‘just’? Had inflation become that bad?
In fact, he had killed many Immortal Monarchs during that period. A Heavenly Immortal was truly inadequate, and he was not considered a hero for killing an Immortal Monarch. Thus, destroying a Heavenly Immortal would be a reversal of fortune in the real world.
‘Just wait! The omnipotent path of the Heavenly Emperor, Alex Rockefeller, has just begun!’
“Who are you?”
The one who spoke wasn’t Sion, but Ale, the Divine Heir of Olympus. He rushed over. He was more shocked than Sion, it was as if he had forcibly swallowed a fly. Sion was someone he had to own, not to mention that she was a woman obliged to bear him a child… Of course, that was not because Ale fancied children but related to the Grand Opportunity and his future. Yet, Sion kept a man in her boudoir?
That man was even lying openly in Sion’s bed.
And what was Sion just doing?
She was taking a bath.
The Divine Heir’s gaze was hostile. “What kind of good deed?”
Alex pointed at Sion. “How does it feel when you look at her and look at yourself again?”
Ale was uninterested in fooling around with Alex, but he was startled for a moment when Alex asked such a strange question. He blurted out, “What feeling?”
Alex said, “A beauty and a beast. A flower and pile of poop. You aren’t well matched at all.”
Ale was speechless. He was stunned!
Someone had surprisingly chided him, in front of his face, in his own territory.
Sion was astonished as well, not to mention that when she heard such metaphors from Alex, she could not help but snort and laugh heartily… There had to be something strange about things going wrong. Alex’s performance was bizarre, and he wasn’t like an average person. She could not see through Alex either…
If that guy was not a fool, then he must’ve had ulterior motives.
“Die!”
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