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When word reached the cave, Carlos smashed his wineglass in fury. "Damn that Alfred! His security is airtight!"

One of his subordinates timidly suggested, "Deacon, sir... why not have your wife go herself? I hear that personal guard has a taste for her type..."

"How dare you!" Isabella flew into a rage, her whip cracking across the man's face.

Carlos, however, looked thoughtful. He held his wife's hand down. "My dear, that's actually a good idea. For the Blood Demon Society's great cause..."

Carlos was also an extremist when it came to exacting revenge on the Holy See.

Isabella pressed her red lips together before finally saying coldly, "Fine, I'll go. But that personal guard must die by my own hand!"

The words "for the Blood Demon Society's great cause" were just like "for the sacred Holy See" on the Pope's lips: they could drive believers so mad that they would throw their lives away.

That evening, a new troupe of "dancing girls" arrived at the Manor's gates.

Leading them this time, Isabella wore a translucent gauze dress, her fiery red hair arranged in an exquisite bun. Every movement brimmed with seductive charm.

"This..." Pedro stared, his eyes nearly popping out, then hurried off to report their arrival.

When Alfred saw Isabella, his eyes instantly lit up like lightbulbs. "Please wait a moment, madam! I'll ask the personal guard right away!"

Ordinarily, Alfred would have kept such a beauty for his own enjoyment.

But things were different now. If he pleased Li Chen, Li Chen might reward him with something, and he would reap tremendous benefits.

Sometimes, Alfred even hated that he wasn't a woman.

He scampered eagerly to Li Chen's room and called excitedly through the door, "Sir! An exquisite dancing girl has arrived! She's guaranteed to suit your