title = Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! Chapter N
It was the signature mark of The Panacea in the underworld.
“Let’s go,” she ordered.
Hazel put the car into gear but couldn’t hide her reluctance, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. “Demon, are you seriously not taking me p>
“You’re staying behind,” Serena replied flatly.
Hazel’s face fell instantly. “Come on! Whitecliffe Harbor? Project Zero-Transit? Something this fun and dangerous is happening and you’re leaving me out? Demon, do you even have a heart p>
Serena lifted an eyebrow, giving her a sidelong look. “You’re the one who leaked my new alias to Julian. Now you have to stay behind and clean up the mess. Keep Julian and the others distracted p>
Hazel fell silent.
She rubbed her nose guiltily. “That was just a slip of the tongue p>
“Right,” Serena said dryly.
Hazel looked even more guilty. “And… his food is just really, really good p>
Serena shot her a look.
Hazel instantly shut her mouth and gripped the steering wheel tight.
“Fine, fine! I’ll clean up your mess p>
“I’ll keep an eye on the estate. I’ll watch Julian, Jerrick, Jasper, and Nicholas p>
“If anyone makes a weird move, I’ll let you know immediately p>
Serena’s gaze remained indifferent. “Don’t bother watching Nicholas p>
Hazel raised an eyebrow. “Why p>
“He won’t miss the ship,” Serena said coolly.
Hazel was speechless.
Alright then, Demon. Aren’t you a little too confident in your man?
You stopped all your brothers from going, but you’re giving your fiancé a free pass?
If those guys ever find out, they are going to absolutely lose their minds.
Hazel pictured Julian’s elegant, refined face.
Then she imagined him waking up tomorrow morning, only to realize the tea he painstakingly prepared didn’t stop Demon at all.
And that Demon had run off on her own using The Panacea alias he had already heard about.
A phantom chill ran down Hazel’s spine.
She was doomed.
She had a sinking feeling she wouldn’t be eating any of Julian’s handmade delicacies for a very, very long time.
She dramatically clutched her chest. “Demon, you have no idea what I sacrificed for you p>
At the same time.
Elsewhere, as Julian slid into his car
his usual refined aristocratic ne
shed completely.
His gold-rimmed glasses were gone.
His dress shirt was buttoned all the way up to his throat.
A dark charcoal suit accentuated his tall, imposing frame.
In the dim light, the black-and-gold joker emblems on his cufflinks glinted sharply.
It was the signature mark of Joker.
In the driver’s seat, the chauffeur barely dared to breathe.
The man sitting in the back was
Let
lightyears away away gezel and Cooked noodles for lazel and
from the gentle heir
warmly poured tea for his sister.
The refined exterior remained.
But it was nothing more than a thin, terrifying mask.
Beneath it day the cold, absolute
de the global under what
danger of Joker-the kingpin who
arms trade
He looked down at his phone, staring at a stunningly bright photo of Serena.
No matter how smart she was, she couldn’t defend against everything.
He had sourced that tea directly through Joker’s network.
Odorless. Tasteless.
Completely harmless to the body.
It just forced the drinker into an inescapable, heavy slumber.
He had tested it countless times.
Not even the world’s top toxicologists could detect it immediately.
And so p>
Sleep well, Serena.
When you wake up, it will all be over.
Outside the window, the night blurred past.
He slowly lifted his gaze.
Every last shred of warmth had vanished from his eyes. “To the pier p>