Chapter 243: Her family?

The warm golden hue of the evening sun bathed the cityscape of Paris.

Sitting on the balcony of Naevora’s hotel suite, Brandon took a sip of his tea as the wind brushed his face.

Beside him, Yverine sat with one leg crossed over the other as she took another sip of the coffee in her hand.

Naevora was leaning casually against the balcony railing and the wind teased her long hair "That guy was the son of one of the richest people in France. That’s why he thought he could do whatever he wanted."

She shifted her weight slightly as she looked down at the streets "But I’ve already sent out a warning to their family. They won’t be stupid enough to retaliate. You don’t need to worry about them anymore."

Brandon glanced at her and asked "You’re sure about that?"

Naevora smirked faintly, "Positive. When an SS-rank like me delivers a message, even the most powerful families know better than to test it. They’re rich, but they’re not suicidal."

Brandon nodded slowly, taking another sip of his coffee.

Beside him, Yverine placed her cup gently on the table and looked at Brandon "It’s really nothing to lose sleep over. He made a mistake, he paid the price. Simple."

WIth a chuckle, Naevora spoke "You don’t have to worry about it anymore. Power isn’t just money or influence. It’s Ether. And when someone without true power tries to act above their station..."

She tapped the balcony railing lightly with her finger, "...they’re reminded very quickly where they stand."

Yverine glanced at Brandon and asked "Are you still mad?"

He lowered his gaze and muttered "Kinda..."

But at this time, suddenly, the mobile in his pants buzzed.

As he took the phone, his face instantly brightened ’Dhayun...’

Yverine caught the name but didn’t say anything.

She just leaned back in her chair as Brandon stood up and walked toward the room to take the call in private.

The sliding door clicked gently behind him, muting his voice.

Inside the room, Brandon was already mid-conversation.

"Yeah, I’m fine. Just... here," he said with a soft chuckle, pacing a little as he listened to Dhayun’s voice on the other end.

As he continued talking, his gaze wandered across the room idly and that’s when he noticed it.

On the side table, next to a few neatly stacked documents and a half-drunk glass of water, there was a formal letter sealed with a dark crimson wax emblem.

The seal was already cracked open and the letter cover is slightly open.

Still holding the phone to his ear, Brandon paused and leaned down, picking it up with his free hand.

"What’s this...?" he muttered softly to himself.

But before he could look at the contents- *fwip*

A hand snatched the letter from his grasp.

Brandon blinked and turned his head to look at Naevora who was standing behind him.

She crushed the letter cover casually in her palm, "Don’t take stuff from another person’s room."

For a moment, Brandon just stared at her, caught between confusion and a faint sense of guilt "...Sorry,"

Naevora turned her back to him and walked toward the other end of the room, tossing the crumpled letter onto a locked cabinet.

From the phone, Dhayun’s soft voice pulled him back.

"Woonie? Is something wrong? Why did you go quiet?"

Brandon blinked, realizing he’d gone silent for a few seconds.

He shook his head and forced a small smile, slightly turning away from Naevora.

"Nothing, Dhayun... just... here,"

"Hmm," she hummed softly on the other side, "You’re hiding something."

Eh? Brandon let out a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck "I’m not, promise. Just... a little distracted, that’s all."

He glanced once at Naevora, who now seemed to be ignoring him entirely with her gaze turned toward the balcony outside... which made it quite awkward.

Meanwhile, outside, Yverine’s calm eyes followed Brandon’s silhouette through the glass door.

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After finishing the coffee, Brandon and Yverine stepped out of Naevora’s room.

As Brandon was about to go to his room, Yverine wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer "It was from her family..."

Hm? Brandon was confused but then he realized what she was saying "Oh..."

She nodded her head as they walked down the hall "I saw it earlier and recognized the wax emblem."

His gaze lowered "I know Naevora is from one of the five Great Houses."

With a sigh, she muttered "Yeah. I don’t know all the details... but she hates her family. Especially her mother."

Brandon remembered that Naevora was angry when he called her by her surname and he even called her Voldemort.

(A-n: That was in Chapter 56)

She patted his shoulder and muttered "So... be cautious when talking about her family. She’s... very sensitive about it."

"Got it." He nodded and Yverine smiled looking at his thinking face.

Then, after a brief pause, she tilted her head slightly and asked "Do you have time after this?"

Brandon raised an eyebrow, glancing at her "Well... I’m free. Why?"

She grinned faintly "Then come to my room. We can play some games on mobile."

Brandon blinked, looking genuinely surprised. "Oh? I didn’t know you were into games, Sister Yve."

The reaction caught Yverine off guard, and a faint pink blush dusted her cheeks, and she quickly looked away as if trying to seem indifferent.

It’s not like she went on the internet to check what boys usually like... and started playing games just so she could have something to spend time with him.

Her hand fidgeted slightly with the edge of her sleeve ’Yep... totally not because of that.’

Brandon just gave a small chuckle "Alright then. Let’s see how good you are."

They walked together down the corridor, side by side.

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It was already night and Brandon was sitting in his room with a black bar in his hand.

Suddenly, it glowed with a blue light and a spatial rift formed in front of him.

Elize stepped out of the rift and she looked stunning, as always, her hair cascading effortlessly over her shoulders.

"Darling..."

Brandon smiled faintly and stepped forward "Elize."

Without hesitation, she leaned forward, cupping his jaw with her delicate hand and pressed her lips to his lips.

Brandon’s hands instinctively slid down her back, then lower and gripped her soft ass possessively.

She gasped faintly into the kiss but didn’t resist, and as he picked her up, she curled her legs around his waist.

"You didn’t even give me time to settle," she teased softly against his lips.

He smiled as his breath brushed against her ear "I don’t think either of us wants to wait."

Holding her up effortlessly, Brandon stepped straight into the rift without breaking eye contact with her.

They quickly teleported and reappeared back in Elize’s room in Solvyrn City.

He turned his head and looked at Ravene and Eira who were already naked, waiting for him.

Brandon barely had time to catch his breath before Elize pushed him and made him sit on the bed.

Ravene crawled forward, her big breasts swaying as she straddled his lap and kissed him fiercely.

Her hands tugged his shirt, pulling it up "Too many clothes, husband."

Ravene purred against his lips, tossing his shirt aside, and her kiss deepened, before she slid off his lap, making room for Eira.

Eira’s green eyes glinted as she moved in and kisse him as her hands worked his pants, unbuttoning them.

She pulled down the pants along with his boxers to free his hardening cock, "Missed you, Brandon."

His breathing ragged as they stripped him naked and his clothes were scattered across the floor.

Elize’s hands roamed his chest while Eira’s fingers brushed his thighs, teasing closer to his cock, but it was Ravene who acted first, dropping to her knees in front of him.

A grin spread across her face as she gripped his cock and she gently began to stroke it.

"Ugh... Rave."

"Hehe..." Ravene laughed and her hot breath hit his cock as she leaned in to lick the tip, tasting the precum beading there.

Her lips parted and she slowly pushed his dick inside her mouth while her tongue swirled on the head of his cock.

"Goddamn..." Brandon groaned, and his hips twitched as she took his dick deeper, her lips sliding down his shaft.

Her tongue pressed against the underside, sucking harder as she moved her head, sucking him slowly.

Elize leaned in and kissed his neck, her lips sucking lightly, leaving faint marks as her hands slid down to his chest, pinching his nipples, making him hiss.

Eira, not to be outdone, pressed herself against his side with her breasts soft against his arm as her lips captured his lips in another kiss.

The bed creaked under his grip and the three women’s touches were overwhelming.

Elize’s fingers pinched his nipples harder and her lips trailed to his ear, whispering, "You’re ours tonight, darling," while Eira’s kiss deepened and her hand slid to his balls, squeezing gently to amplify the pleasure.