100 Days to Seduce the Devil

Chapter 96 A Message

Day Eight…

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Kathleen was satisfied when she saw the surprised look on the two men's faces. They couldn't hide their admirations toward Abigail. They were awestruck by her beauty.

Wearing a long sparkly off-shoulder red ball gown, Abigail's hair was tied in a high bun, exposing her flawless neck and shoulders. Her fair complexion was accentuated by her red dress.

Kathleen made a job well done when she matched her makeup with light colors. She looked so angelic despite the bright color of her red gown. And what attracted them most was the front of her gown has a deep cut at the center of her chest, revealing her beautiful cleavage.

Stephen had the urge to take her home and be her date instead. Meanwhile, Aiden's mind went blank as he didn't know what he would say. No words could describe how beautiful Abigail is right now.

Too bad this was a Masquerade Ball. She had to hide half of her face with a masquerade mask.

"Boys, did you cut your tongues? Haha. C'mon. Praise me with my masterpiece! She is like a goddess, isn't she?"

Kathleen's voice pulled them out of their deep stupor.

"Come! Let's take a picture and send it to Nathan!" Kathleen waved her hand, inviting the two men to get closer. She motioned her Staff to take their group photos.

Stephen and Aiden positioned themselves on her left and right side respectively. Before they took photos, Stephen leaned closer and whispered something to Abigail. "You look stunning. You are so beautiful…"

Abigail was not used to those kinds of compliments. She just smiled at him awkwardly before moving her gaze to the front.

After a few seconds, the four of them posed for their group photos. Abigail became close to Kathleen as she was easy to talk to. She was also frank and honest, speaking what was on her mind.

She also got to know her better. She thought Kathleen could become her friend. Kathleen didn't hide the fact that she didn't like Monica and Veronica.

She also told Abigail that she was rooting for her. She asked her if she liked Nathan so Abigail answered her with a simple "Yes."

Nathan was a very gorgeous man. Despite his cold and aloof image, anyone could fall for him. He was oozing with sex appeal and he could be the ideal man for most women. That's why Kathleen believed in Abigail's words right away when she answered her with "yes" which meant she liked Nathan.

Kathleen just wished her good luck since Nathan was not easy to please. She knew how he was madly in love with Monica. And she still hated that fact.

"Aiden, let me borrow your phone," Kathleen said, extending her right hand in front of her cousin.

"What are you going to do?" Aiden was hesitant to give her.

"I will just send you a copy of our pictures!" Kathleen didn't wait any longer as she snatched Aiden's phone. She already sent the photos to his messenger. Then she forwarded it to Nathan's messenger using Aiden's account.

After sending the photo, Kathleen gave the phone back to Aiden.

"What did you do?" Aiden asked her suspiciously, scanning his phone.

"Nothing. I just sent you our photos and saved them to your gallery." Kathleen shrugged her shoulders.

"Shall we go now?" Stephen asked Abigail. "Nathan is on the way to the EDSJ Five Star Hotel. It's a little bit far from here. Plus the traffic… so we have to leave early." he softly explained to Abigail.

"Five Star Hotel? Not a restaurant?" Abigail asked them in confusion. They were supposed to have a date in a restaurant right, instead of a hotel?

Aiden smiled sheepishly, scratching his face. "We forgot to tell you, Miss Abi. Both of you are attending a Masquerade Ball tonight. So here is your mask. Stephen will drive you to the venue."

'What? A masquerade ball? No wonder they let me wear this ball gown! Who would date someone in this kind of formal gown?! So this is not the typical date I am expecting from him. Damn! What is the devil scheming here?'

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[ EDSJ Five Star Hotel… ]

Violet, Chantha, and Spider already arrived at the venue, together with four elite bodyguards who were also disguised as guests.

They stayed in the hotel lobby, waiting for Nathan to arrive. They went separate ways after the final briefing.

Their Supreme Leader instructed them to go straight to the venue as he finished some of his paperwork in the headquarters.

As curious as she was, Chantha told Violet to wait for Nathan at the lobby. She wanted to find out who was the woman coming with him. Was it really Dr. Veronica?

"Where is the Supreme Leader now?" Chantha asked Spider expectantly.

"He is here," Spider answered, pointing his finger at the entrance door of the lobby.

Chantha swooned after seeing the gorgeous man in his black tuxedo. He was wearing his usual silver mask. They recognized their Supreme Leader right away among the pool of people entering the building. He is the only one who exudes that great aura.

"Eh? Did he come alone? Where is his partner? His date?" Violet mumbled, looking for Dr. Veronica. But there was no sign of her everywhere.

On the other hand, oblivious of the several pairs of eyes watching him, Nathan stopped at the corner, just a few meters from the entrance door.

He picked up his phone as he received a message from Aiden. His finger lazily scanned his phone and stopped as soon as he saw the content of Aiden's message.

His blue eyes were automatically glued on his screen, particularly to the woman wearing a red ball gown. He was startled for several seconds, just staring at her intently.

Then after a while, his brows were drawn together and a cold glint flashed through his eyes. The words which were written below the picture turned his expression dark and chilly.

[ Can I take her home? Your date is so gorgeous! If you don't want her, can I make her mine? ] (Insert Winking Emoticon)

Upon reading the message, Nathan immediately dialed Aiden's number. The phone rang for three seconds before it was answered.

Nathan didn't even let Aiden speak first. "Where the hell are you?! Bring Abigail here, NOW!"

Aiden: "..."

'Eh? Is he mad? It's still too early. We are not yet late, are we?'