A deathly silence fell over the private dining room.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and fear, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
The nine financial-group heiresses, usually so lofty and untouchable, had gone pale. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably as they stared at the devil of a man before them, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Chen Duo fought down the churning in her stomach.
The proudest of them all, she braced herself against a nearby table, barely managing to stay upright, and demanded through gritted teeth, "You... what exactly do you want?"
Ito Makoto seemed to relish the feeling of having everything under his control. He leisurely dropped the handkerchief he had wiped his hands with onto the floor, as though discarding a piece of trash.
"What do I want?"
He laughed, his expression full of mockery and undisguised lust.
"It's simple. I'm choosing my consorts!"
"I intend to leave my most noble bloodline on this land, and you are the women I've chosen."
At those words, the nine heiresses' humiliation and anger instantly overwhelmed their fear.
"You... you're utterly shameless!"
"Dream on! We'd rather die than let someone like you lay a finger on us!"
Chen Duo shook with rage. Pointing at Ito Makoto, she snapped:
"Who the hell do you think you are? Don't forget, this is Modu! This is our nine families' territory! Touch a single hair on our heads, and I guarantee you won't leave this city alive!"
She immediately pulled out her phone to call for help.
But the glaring words "No service" on the screen made her heart sink.
Beside her, Section Chief Jia let out an ugly, ducklike laugh.
"Heh, Miss Chen, don't waste your time. To welcome Young Master Ito, I blocked all signals in the