100 Days to Seduce the Devil

Day Eight…

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"It's a Date. Not Sex!" Abigail emphasized once more.

Nathan was at a loss for words. He didn't expect that Abigail also had a wild imagination. He was speechless. He had the urge to flick her forehead to knock some sense on her.

Nathan took a deep breath before responding to her. "We are just here to talk."

"To talk about what?" Abigail didn't buy it, eyeing Nathan suspiciously.

"About the rules you have to follow," Nathan said matter-of-factly.

"Rules?" She exclaimed in disbelief. Was this really a date or just a woman's company to a ball?

Nathan just nodded his head as he opened the door wide, motioning Abigail to enter. Reluctant at first, but Abigail followed Nathan eventually. He immediately closed the door behind them and started enumerating his rules.

"First rule: Don't create a scene and don't attract so much attention from others."

Nathan raised his two fingers and continued, "Second. Don't leave my side and just stick with me all the time. But be silent. Don't talk."

Abigail sucked her teeth when she heard that. She wanted to complain but later on, she realized she was a woman of few words so it was good that she didn't have to talk much just to entertain Nathan.

"I'm fine with that," she plainly said.

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"Third. Don't call my name or even my Surname. Nathan and Mr. Sparks. Don't mention them."

"Got it!" Abigail just rolled her eyes because of his ridiculous rules.

"And lastly…" Nathan paused for a moment. His eyes were fixed on her. Then suddenly he got distracted. He recalled her photo without the mask. He never saw her face in person. Deep inside, he wished to see her looks tonight without her mask.

"And lastly what?" Abigail urged him to speak up. She felt conscious of the way he was staring at her intently.

"As part of your punishment for breaking our century-old vase family heirloom… you will have to drink what they will offer to me." Nathan declared with a straight face.

He had an ulterior motive for doing this. He planned on making her drunk. Who knows Abigail will suddenly confess something when she is drunk?

Abigail: "..."

'What? Is he serious?' She had an ulcer.

"I can't do that. Do you want me to get sick? What are you going to do with my ulcer?" Abigail objected.

Nathan fell silent for a moment. "Just three glasses." He wondered if three glasses were enough to make her drunk. 'Does Abigail have a low alcohol tolerance?'

Of course, he would take responsibility for her. He wouldn't let her get sick. He just wanted to know something from her. And the only way he could make her talk without restraint was to get her drunk.

"Fine. Just three glasses! No more, no less." Abigail finally agreed.

Nathan's lips curled up into a triumphant smile. But he concealed it right away.

"Now, let's go. The party is about to start," Nathan mumbled as he checked the time on his wristwatch.

Abigail was stupefied when Nathan extended his hand to Abigail, allowing her to hold his hand as he would escort her to the venue.

'Whoa. I thought he would act coldly. It's surprising to see him offering his hand to me.'

Abigail just gave him a faint smile before placing her hand over his palm. Nathan opened the door and gently pulled Abigail, leading her to the venue.

As they were inching closer and closer to the venue, they could already hear the lively music. Famous musicians and singers were performing on the front as they waited for the other VIP guests to arrive.

The birthday celebrant, Emese Serflek was the center of attention. Numerous reporters were taking pictures of her together with the other prominent politicians and businessmen in Towerville City.

Everyone was wearing glamorous gowns and tuxedos matched with their elegant and wonderful masquerade masks. Men in black were also scattered in the venue for security purposes. The venue was large and spacious enough to accommodate three hundred people.

Upon entering the venue, Abigail was overwhelmed seeing the crowd. She didn't like crowded places and very bright venues. She was used to hiding in the dark as she hunted for her target.

'Damn! I feel like I am getting dizzy.' Abigail stopped on her track, her emerald eyes scanning her surroundings. She had the urge to turn around and leave. The flash of the cameras was also making her uncomfortable.

Seeing the hesitation, Nathan squeezed her hand, making Abigail look up to him. Upon meeting his gaze, Abigail bit her lower lip. Nathan let go of her hand, but he transferred it to the back of her waist.

"Relax… I'm with you," he plainly said. But his simple words somehow helped her ease up.

'Right. I should be used to this. As of now, I'm Abigail Scarlett. A new rising star! This is my chosen career.' Abigail reminded herself.

After clearing her mind and mustering up her courage, Abigail and Nathan proceeded to the center, looking for a nice spot. A few seconds later, Nathan guided her to the corner table on the right which had a lesser crowd.

'Gosh, I didn't think that my date with Nathan would end up like this. Screw him!' Abigail complained.

'Are we going to sit here quietly and just watch those socialites? It sounds boring to me.' She sighed deeply, glancing at Nathan who was staring on the opposite side of their table.

Little did she know, in this venue, a secret meeting between the two powerful mafia organizations was being held. The members of the Red Dragon Mafia and the members of Syphiruz were already sitting down at one table.

"Supreme Leader… Can you hear us clearly?" Spider asked Nathan through their communication device.

Nathan just snapped his fingers as a response to Spider. He understood Nathan's signal as he was looking in his direction. It only meant he was already listening to them. And their voices were loud and clear.

When the guests settled down at their respective tables, the host acknowledged everyone, especially the celebrant. Then she announced the start of the Masquerade Ball!