Chapter 163. His Doom

“Why would I waste magic on them?” She asked with a frown.

“Then how did you manage to make those grown arse men cry?”

“I have my means and besides that once a wise man told me not to reveal my skills to a potential threat.” The witch smirked while relaxing back in her chair and placing her feet on the table which put her yellow flip-flops at full display. Only this witch could pull off yellow flip flops with a silver feather silk oversized nightgown.

He couldn’t help but notice her tiny nails that were painted bright yellow and had the words ‘Bad Bitch’ written on them with black color. They looked kind of sassy and cute.

“A potential threat? Is that how you see me? You hurt me with your words brat! I thought we are lovers.” Vladimir said while rubbing a hand on his heart, not even looking a bit sad.

“I don’t know why are you having those weak arse motherfuckers as your council members.” Ignoring the Vampire’s melodramatic arse, Esmeray remarked.