A masked figure flashed in the middle of the ball, looking like a lollipop.

Klaus' attention was on Camille and Marcel, and he didn't notice it at all. Instead, Rebecca's mouth twitched a few times.

What a mess!

The song of the ball became slow, graceful, and affectionate at the suggestion of Marcel's wave.

Klaus even hung up a phone call for a short while and then dragged his hand to ask Bai Lu some work and rest questions. He also reminded her that she had to drink some milk! Bai Lu lowered her voice and answered softly. She didn't seem to be in high spirits .. In the end, Klaus did not know why, but he told her about his private plans.

Why?

Perhaps it was just because Bai Lu was sometimes too disappointed that he would not allow her child's mother, his little wolf girl pregnant, to have such a bad mood every day. Her pouting face was truly unworthy of her good looks.

If a baby was born with such a wretched appearance, then how much of a loss would he suffer?

After hanging up the phone, it was unknown why Klaus felt a lot more relaxed. His gaze quickly moved over.

"At the ball, Marcel's hand slowly brushed against Camil's back. He lowered his head and smiled brightly." It's good to see you. " Unfortunately, Camille doesn't appreciate it. She averts her head. "I thought you said you were working in the community."

Camille isn't a fool. She doesn't remember having enough money to do such a big ball with a simple community job, and the dollar wasn't the world's doing.

"Community fundraising, parties, all sorts of pleasure parties, people opening wallets to donate money," Marcel smiled helplessly, like a big boy whose little secret has been exposed, and smiled with him. "That's what I do, I'm probably one of the types you guys call bad but essential —" demons ".

"What about Rebecca? Is she one of your donors?" She couldn't tell that Marcel would need to ask for money from a woman, especially a beautiful woman who pestered him.

"She's an old friend." He wasn't sure if he should be happy, and Camille looked jealous. "She won't be too old, either. She looks younger than me." Camil mumbled something to reject his offer. Marcel pulled the girl's chin with his hand and laughed heartily. He was sure that he liked her jealousy, "You will be surprised. When I met her, I was just a child. Don't talk about her anymore, I just want to stay with you. "

Camil nodded her head and gracefully danced with him. However, between her eyebrows, she was still frowning.

Klaus appeared behind Rebecca and looked at his sister in a new light. "Darling, you really are a scary little devil. Look at Marcel's cautious look."

"Nonsense, the two of them are absolutely compatible." Rebecca didn't even bother to look at Klaus, one black and one white, one angel and one demon. "You want to divide Marcel's heart, big brother. It's very simple, isn't it?"

Klaus was very satisfied when he saw Marcel's emotional state. However, Rebecca's gaze began to search for the masked man through the crowd.

As the gentle music faded away, the steps of the two men and women stopped. Marcel lowered his head, and Camille was the only one in his gentle eyes. The distance between the two of them grew closer and closer.

Just a few millimeters of sweetness.

Diego suddenly walked out from the crowd, his face dark as he reported to Marcel. Camil's hand hurt, and he frowned as he stared at the people around him. Marcel's expression was angry and uncomfortable, but it was clear that he was struck by lightning.

Camille froze.

In fact, she didn't know Marcel at all. The so-called date was nothing more than Marcel's painstakingly crafted tenderness.

A few whispers, a deep, fierce look in his eyes, a burning desire, was that love?

The furious Marcel was unable to control himself. Camil's hand hurt so much that she bit her lips. Marcel quickly realized something was wrong. He apologized and silently let go of her hand. Then, he turned around and angrily walked toward Tieri.

Camil was left alone in the middle of the dance floor, staring blankly at Marcel's furious expression. He didn't even wait for them to reach the corner before grabbing onto a man's neck and dragging him away.

Rebecca did not continue to read on. She sighed as she finished her whisky. 'Ok, I can't be bothered with that pregnant little wolf girl for the time being ..' The plan began.

Tierry took off his hat, his neck almost unable to breathe smoothly. Marcel stared at him, his expression indifferent.

"What did you do?" Marcel seemed to want to kill him. "What the hell are you thinking?" There were so many people around him in the corner.

Diego looked around at the tense environment. He hurried up and took Marcel's arm, lowering his voice. "Marcel, don't talk about this here. Change places. Please, this is our party."

The ball, the charity ball, Marcel's deep breath. Right, he was not only the vampire Marcel, he was also a ruler. No matter what, he had to consider face.

Nick followed him with satisfaction. Marcel escorted Thierry to the second floor with a slight smile on his face.

Marcel needed to give them a little meeting, and in White Dew's ear Klaus's smugness and contentment flashed. Yes, Marcel's meeting, because of his most trusted left hand, his Thierry.