Buena suddenly started speaking in a way full of double entendre, Serena curled her red lips, she could already guess the true nature of this Buena. At this moment, Serena lifted her eyes and saw Hayden, he had come out. He... probably didn’t hear what she had just said, right? Serena felt a little guilty. "Brother Sterling," Buena said with a charming smile, "you’re just in time. Sister Serena was saying some really strange things just now, things I couldn’t understand. Sister Serena said you have no money or power, can’t give me a good life, but you’re handsome with a great body, so you can give me a good nightlife. Brother Sterling, what does Sister Serena mean by that?" Buena blinked her playful big eyes at Hayden, looking innocent and naive. Serena felt like she was being compared to a worldly woman who knew everything. Hayden pressed his thin lips together, then his deep, narrow eyes fell on Serena’s stunning little face, "Did you say this to her?" Serena glanced at Buena: tattletale! "Yeah, I said it. So what, was I wrong, hmm?" Serena decided to break the jar, looking at Hayden challengingly with her delicate eyebrows raised. Hayden looked at her as well, seeing the cleverness, playfulness, and a bit of teasing mischief flickering in the lively waterlike eyes of the girl, captivating and bewitching. There are countless girls in the world, but an interesting soul is one in a million. She even dared to use "hmm" with him, Hayden pushed his tongue against his handsome right cheek and let out a low laugh. Serena felt that his laugh was malicious, "You guys chat slowly, I’m leaving now." Serena fled in a hurry. Hayden did not retract his gaze; he watched Serena’s slender and soft figure disappear from his line of sight. This scene was all caught in Buena’s eyes. She noticed Hayden’s gaze lingering on Serena, the way a man looks at a woman, extremely intimate. Buena tightly clenched her fist in jealousy, "Brother Sterling, I..." History repeated itself; Hayden wasn’t interested in hearing what she had to say, he turned and left. Buena watched Hayden’s tall and elegant figure, even though he wore ordinary black clothes and black pants, they exuded the charm of custom tailoring and the visual enjoyment of an international model. A man’s temperament is more important than a handsome appearance because temperament is the accumulation of power, money, and status. Buena felt that he had a powerful aura that couldn’t be hidden without being ostentatious, making him alluring. However, he left her there again, turning her once more into a self-love joke. Buena clenched her fist, let out a cold snort, and walked away too. As she walked into the darkness, a person appeared in front of her, it was Mrs. Sloan. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novｅlfire.net "Mother," Buena quickly stepped forward, and reached out to peel off that beautiful and charming human skin mask, revealing her true identity. Buena was actually... Melody Ashworth! Mrs. Sloan was actually... Consort Willow! Consort Willow was imprisoned in the cold palace of the royal family, but with her means, it was easy for her to leave the cold palace. Now she brought Melody Ashworth to Hayden and Serena’s side, planning to act strategically. Consort Willow’s face was somewhat gloomy; the continual failures made her very anxious, "So, Melody, did Hayden let you close to him?" Melody Ashworth shook her head, "No, mother, whenever Serena appears at a place, Hayden’s gaze follows her. It seems like he can’t see any other woman." "We can’t wait any longer, their rescue team is already on their way. An opportunity lost is lost forever." Consort Willow said gravely. Melody Ashworth also showed determination to win, "Hayden carries the purest royal blood of The State of Westria for a hundred years, and with the utmost purity of his lineage, he is destined to rule the world. I must stand by his side and become his queen!" Consort Willow nodded, "By then, The Merfolk Clan will be as prosperous and flourishing as Westria, and Alani must be completely destroyed!" The influence of The Merfolk Clan has always infiltrated the back palace of Westria, past kings’ favorite concubines had members from The Merfolk Clan, so they all knew that Hayden was the true bearer of the royal blood. Since Hayden appeared in the State of Westria, Consort Willow and Melody Ashworth set their sights on him and they were determined to win him over. Melody Ashworth returned to her room, and she said to a maid beside her, "Have the water prepared for me, I want a bath." "Wait a moment, go find Brother Sterling now and tell him I have something important to discuss, ask him to come to my room for a midnight chat." "Yes." The maid walked out. Melody Ashworth walked behind the screen, reached out and took off the dress, revealing a strapless short dress underneath, her bare skin fair and tender. Her figure was very graceful, she even intentionally pulled the strapless dress down a little more. With this look, no man would not be moved, right? His gaze is always on Serena, but she’ll be sure she can snatch him away! Soon, a series of footsteps could be heard, the maid called out from outside, "Miss, Brother Sterling has arrived." Melody Ashworth quickly turned around, and through the screen, she saw Hayden’s tall and elegant figure, he had really come, "You may leave now." The maid quickly withdrew. Melody Ashworth looked at the man, "Brother Sterling, why are you standing there, come in, I have something to tell you personally." Hayden raised his head, his deep, narrow eyes looking at the alluring figure vaguely behind the screen, his thin lips curved into a faint smile, exceptionally indifferent and uninterested, "Miss Sloan, it seems you have nothing to say, so I’ll be leaving first." He turned around and left. Melody Ashworth never expected that after sending someone to invite him, he didn’t give her even a chance, not even bothering to be perfunctory. She couldn’t let him leave . Melody Ashworth screamed and quickly ran out, grabbing onto Hayden from behind with one swift motion. Hayden stopped in his tracks. Holding onto this tall and handsome man’s body, Melody Ashworth pressed her pretty little face against his firm back; in truth, she genuinely liked him. It wasn’t just because he was the descendant of royal blood, but the masculine allure he carried deeply attracted her, making her surrender and fall for him. "Brother Sterling, don’t go, I’m so scared..." Before she could finish her words, a clear feminine voice rang out, "Fire? Where’s the fire? Don’t be afraid, I’m here!" With a "splash" sound, a bucket of cold water was thrown directly onto Melody Ashworth, drenching her completely. Melody Ashworth was just blossoming with romance, but this bucket of cold water instantly soaked her to the bone.