She wasn’t joking. Meryl wasn’t just anybody—she was the head of the elite council that ruled over Las Vegas’s Four Great Families, including ours. A woman known as the Jade-Faced Hell Lord. Feared by all, except when she got clingy and started acting all cutesy—it made your skin crawl.
I couldn’t help but tease back.
[Then come on over.]
After wrapping up my messages, my stomach grumbled. I picked up my chubby little cat, Oliver and wandered around the estate.
The banquet hall was already being prepped with engagement decorations. The evening event hadn’t started yet and guests were still arriving. People were bustling about in the side hall. But as I walked into the main hall, I noticed something strange—lunch was long past, yet the food hadn’t been cleared.
Then it hit me, no one dared to touch the meal until I had eaten. So I sat down and dug in. I had barely taken two bites when something slammed hard against the back of my head, almost dunking my face into the bowl.
A sharp, shrill voice screamed in my ear.
“You filthy beggar! Even I haven’t eaten yet and you’re already stealing food?!”