"Don't come any closer, if you need to bite, go bite someone else. My neck is rough and thick, and my blood doesn't taste good at all!..."
But mentioning it wasn't a good idea. As soon as Fiona Schmidt said the word "blood," Norton Abyss's eyes squinted sharply, seemingly losing all rationality, and his footsteps quickened.
Fiona was not like the typical delicate heiresses; she exercised regularly and wasn't a slow runner. She dashed upstairs as if a ferocious beast was chasing her, running faster than she ever had!
"Norton Abyss, don't chase me, don't bite me..." All the way up to the sixth floor, Fiona was clearly trying to find Tara Summer for help, but the man's long arms and legs were advantageous.
When she stepped on the last step to the sixth floor, he caught her.
"You..." Fiona gasped, feeling a hand grab the collar of her shirt from behind, and she was violently slammed against the wall.
