Marcel and Klaus were both surprised.

Rebecca proudly raised a smile that was even more flamboyant. It was a joke. How could she let a beauty like Camil miss out on such an interesting matter?

Klaus watched her in the middle of a real mess. What the hell was Camille doing here as a human? Marcel would never have sent her an invitation, especially since at least half of the dancers on the scene were real vampires.

"What could be more distracting than Marcel's little human girlfriend in a place where vampires gather." After Rebecca finished her lesson, a little human boy returned to Klaus's side. She seemed quite pleased with herself.

Camille obviously saw them and relaxed a little. She felt that this masquerade was really strange, and in any case, she felt much better when she saw familiar people.

Klaus stopped smiling. He agreed with Rebecca, but for some reason he thought of the wolfwoman's growl.

Curious, Klaus realized that he did not like to involve Camille. She was a simple human being.

"Hello, darling." Camille looks at Rebecca, her breathtaking eyes comforting. "You look beautiful today."

"You're the beautiful one." Rebecca was also full of praise for Camil's little angel style. The more attractive the dress, the better it was. She was really intoxicating. It would be very interesting if Marcel found out about her.

"It's a fantastic ball, but I think I'm going to get to like it." Camille greeted Klaus. She seemed to have never been to a ball like this.

Marcel noticed Camille and frowned. He toasted the governor a few times and then walked in their direction. Klaus saw that his mood had become extremely comfortable.

Since he was already here, Klaus did not want to get into trouble with him. Marcel had definitely begun to notice this side.

He even gave Rebecca a smile of approval. Very good.

Camil stood aside and asked Rebecca in a low, curious voice, "Could he be the infamous, unpredictable guy?"

She thought Klaus was Rebecca's lover, but she was immediately refuted.

"Actually, I'm her brother, not that person." Klaus looked a little wild, and Camille instinctively recognized his danger. Klaus raised his glass to the beauty.

"Your outfit is also not bad." Camille takes his glass and praises Klaus as well. Even if she doesn't like his ruthlessness, he does look like a wild man .. It would drive the women crazy.

"Don't be fooled," Klaus seemed to hear a funny joke, shaking the quilt in the golden light. "Darling, I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing."

As Marcel approached, Rebecca glanced at him, then said to Camille, "You guys take your time. I need a drink."

Rebecca had gone off to drink nearby, and Marcel was making his way through the crowd. Klaus reached out and grabbed Camille, who was about to leave.

Being stared at by that pair of deep eyes, Camil couldn't help but nod her head, "Okay."

Marcel saw Klaus give him a look. I'll take care of you, Camille.

Marcel sighed and turned away. Camille's eyes followed, and she watched Marcel move toward Rebecca. They seemed familiar.

The atmosphere was delicate.

"Scotch," Rebecca said, shaking her delicate goblet and giving Marcel a look with her chin. "Thank you, darling."

Marcel glanced at Rebecca. He had to say that she was very attractive, especially that pair of collarbones. There was no one who didn't want to indulge in her. " Did you invite her here to make yourself attractive? " Marcel ordered a drink for himself and leaned over to accompany Rebecca.

"I think she's very precious." It was rare for Rebecca to let go of her haughtiness. She enviously said to Camil, "I dare to say that what you love is that pure heart of hers .." Marcel saw that Rebecca seemed to have fallen into some sort of unspeakable memory, and his expression softened a lot.

However, Rebecca then returned to her offensive mode, "Perhaps one day, I will personally feed you that cute little heart of hers."

A blatant threat.

"You look so jealous, Rebecca." Marcel just finished his drink, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and silently warned her.

Klaus glanced at Camille, who was watching Rebecca and Marcel.

"..." The person Rebecca was talking about, I think it was Marcel... " Camil's tone was slightly infuriated, and Klaus seemed to be slightly stunned. After that, he casually teased her in a very nonchalant manner, "If only I didn't think of it that much, it would be all history."

That was true.

Klaus stopped dancing with Camille.

"What I'm thinking is, your sister is a bitch." With Camil connecting the dots, there was naturally a complete story. Even Rebecca's appearance had been arranged intentionally.

Klaus seemed to be holding back his laughter. He admired Camille's intelligence and amusement. "It seems like she was the first to use this word... Allow me to leave for a moment. "

Marcel looked at him several times and when Klaus left, he immediately took over the second half of Camille's song.

"Camille, very welcome." Marcel was graceful, his palms turned upside down in a circle.

"Hey, the killer dance is very creative." Camil clearly did not expect Marcel to have such a side. She was unbridled in her self-confidence and brashness and did not reject him.

"This is for business," he tried to explain. "I was going to invite you."

"It's nothing, I just made an appointment." By the way, you've been pursuing me for weeks. Camille tries to turn away, not knowing why she's angry, maybe because Rebecca put the damn invitation on her desk.

God knows, the foolish girl actually wanted to help the girl out of her predicament. "Don't explain anything, do your thing, I will entertain myself."

Camil didn't even have the time to turn around and leave before Marcel tightly held her hand and said in a domineering and forceful manner, "What? "I don't care about you, I just want to see you with someone else .." "My dear, don't even think about it," Marcel said, his voice hoarse and dark.

The domineering possessiveness of a male was a domain consciousness that Klaus understood very well.

Rebecca finished her drink with mixed feelings. This cup, this toast, her great good brother, Elijah.