C97 Henry My Little Yuvyuv Has Left!

However, no one was foolish enough to question their esteemed young master. Naturally, the girl who looked delicate but was actually a little demon wouldn't dare either. Didn't you see how Huang San was already itching so much that his nose was bleeding, his eyes bulging, and the veins on his body seemed ready to burst?

"Miss Yuvyuv, Huang San looks like he's about to kick the bucket. Don't you have something you want to ask him?" Tom was worried that if Huang San died, the clues Ye Yuvyuv wanted would be lost.

Ye Yuvyuv waved her hand with a cheerful smile, "Who said I need to hear anything from him? He's just an old dog kept by the gang. If I really want to do something, I'll just find the gang leader. Don't give too much importance to a useless person."

Tom was startled and a bit puzzled, "Then, Miss Yuvyuv, why did you have him brought here?"

"To watch the show, of course. Don't you think it's entertaining?" Ye Yuvyuv blinked her bright eyes, her expression pure and innocent.

After Tom asked, he shivered, thinking, "Is this how you enjoy a show, ma'am? This isn't just watching a show; it's playing with a dead man."

And wasn't it just that? If Huang San kept laughing from the itching, he'd either die or go insane.

Only when Ye Yuvyuv had seen enough, staring at Huang San who looked as miserable as a dead dog, twisted beyond recognition, did she express her disgust, "Too gross, ruining my aesthetic enjoyment." With a wave of her small hand, she stood up and turned to leave, "I'm done watching, heading home."

Tom and the rest of the men in black nearly couldn't resist shouting, "You really are something, ma'am!"

Tom glanced at the still howling Huang San and quickly caught up a few steps to consult this young lady. His attitude was more respectful than ever, "Miss Yuvyuv, what should we do with Huang San in there?"

"Well, keep him around. He's not dead yet, right?" Ye Yuvyuv gave Tom a strange look.

The expression on her face seemed to say, "Huh, why are you asking me such a weird question?" Tom choked, laughing awkwardly, but he still pressed on, "Are you saying you're sparing Huang San's life for now, but you didn't give the antidote?"

This was the real question Tom wanted to ask. If Miss Yuvyuv intended to spare Huang San's life, whether to continue tormenting him later or for some other reason, shouldn't she at least provide the antidote first?

To Tom's shock and horror, the response he received was unexpected. Ye Yuvyuv raised an eyebrow with a pure and innocent smile, blinking her big, innocent eyes, and shrugged, "Sorry, I don't have an antidote."

"No, no, you said you don't have an antidote?" Tom felt like he wanted to knock himself out. This Little Madam was truly something else. She poisoned someone and didn't have an antidote—unbelievable.

Seeing Tom's stunned expression, Ye Yuvyuv nodded kindly, "Yeah, I really don't have an antidote. When I poison someone, there's never an antidote. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fun."

Tom shivered with fear, stepping back several paces from Ye Yuvyuv as if he'd seen a ghost in the middle of the night. Ye Yuvyuv, however, looked innocently at him, raised an eyebrow, and left him with, "He won't die for now. You all figure it out."

With that, she walked away. Her graceful departure, leaving no trace behind, would have been praised as angelic if one didn't think too hard about what she had just done. Unfortunately, Tom couldn't help but recall the terrifying thing this Little Madam had done. She was truly a little demon.

He thought to himself that in Haicheng, he could afford to offend anyone but Miss Yuvyuv. That would be a fate worse than death. No, even wanting to die might not grant you the relief of a quick end.

Huang San is a terrifying example.

Handled Huang San.

No, to be precise, tormented him until he wished for death.

Yuvyuv stood on the deserted street, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. The chill in her heart was slightly warmed by the breeze. She had taken the medication Elder Qian gave her to suppress her bloodlust, keeping her condition in check. If not for that, Huang San's suffering would have been far worse.

An old thug dared to mess with the Ye family. Ha, he truly had no idea how terrifying the depths of hell could be. Since he didn't know, Yuvyuv decided to give him a taste of it. She would make sure he understood the torment reserved for the wicked in the deepest pits of hell.

Yuvyuv's eyes were icy, her entire presence exuding a chilling aura, as if she had emerged from the depths of the underworld. She stood there, rigid, enveloped by the night, a sense of desolation and coldness surrounding her.

Henry's blue eyes flickered with a hint of concern. He walked over and draped his long coat over the petite girl's shoulders. Yuvyuv turned to say something but suddenly froze, her gaze fixed on the corner of the street. Abruptly, she shrugged off the coat Henry was about to place on her and quickly said, "Henry, I have to go."

Without waiting for a response, she hurried toward the street corner. Her tense and rigid back left Henry holding the coat, feeling a chill.

Henry squinted slightly, looking toward the street corner. What did he see?

"Sir, where is Miss Yuvyuv going? Isn't she getting in the car?" Tom emerged from the abandoned warehouse, puzzled as he watched the girl walk away.

"My little Yuvyuv is gone," Henry suddenly murmured, his voice chillingly cold.

Tom inexplicably sensed the icy undertone in his master's voice. He looked more closely in the direction where the young lady's silhouette disappeared into the night and suddenly exclaimed, "Is someone picking up Miss Yuvyuv? It's a military vehicle."

As soon as Tom spoke, he noticed the coldness around his master intensifying. Suddenly, he realized something. Just then, Henry unexpectedly smiled, his blue eyes slightly bloodshot as he stared eerily toward the street corner. His voice carried an unsettling tone, "Tom, what do you think it takes to make a girl belong to you forever?"

Tom's eyelids twitched involuntarily. "Sir, are you talking about Miss Yuvyuv?"

Henry's face, strikingly pale, remained expressionless, his eyes shifting eerily in the night. He pressed his lips together, offering no response.

This silence only heightened Tom's anxiety. He cautiously stepped forward to remind him, "Sir, it's just a personal matter. Don't forget why you're here and what you truly need to accomplish. Besides, the Earl would never approve of you marrying an Eastern girl."

Tom looked worriedly at his master, shocked at when Henry had developed such feelings for the fifth Miss of the Ye family. Henry's status was prestigious, and his presence here was merely a test from the Earl, much like when he was sent to the slums of France years ago.

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