Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

The more pleased Klaus was with himself, the more she could not understand.

Klaus never knew how to see people as people. He didn't even know how to make the right relationships with people.

In truth, Bai Lu didn't like it here. The ancestral vampire family was twisted, but she could only adapt to this bizarre life step by step. For herself and for her children.

Klaus, the werewolves, the witches, as well as the human management department of the French District, no one here had any normal logic. They never took human life seriously, they only valued strength and lethality.

Is it possible that her child will live in such a world, become another Klaus, or become another transparent, powerless dew?

"Katie doesn't deserve to die." "She was just used." She couldn't bear it. Revenge was one thing, but murder was another.

Sophie immediately nodded in agreement. Rebecca and Klaus stared at them speechlessly, completely unable to understand their superfluous kindness.

"Wolf girl, she wasn't so kind when she sold you out," Klaus said as he approached White Dew, one hand on the shelf, his gaze focused on her stomach. His other hand slammed down on the table, "Think about it, if we hadn't arrived in time, you would be a corpse now."

With a few "ka" sounds, Rebecca knew that tomorrow, she would have to waste another sum of money to give to the family management company. The marble-patterned stone table was broken again.

When Beryl went to look at Sophie, she wouldn't agree. Klaus gave her a look that said "Look after yourself."

Sophie saw him turn his head, put his cold eyes on her, and stand up with goosebumps. "You can't be so principled, Sophie. Without a strategic loss, you can't win the war, no matter how pitiful the loss is... How many times have vampires always been a step ahead, knowing things they shouldn't know, and your sister even got executed in public! "

Sophie's eyes closed, and her expression fell into pain and hatred. Yes, her sister, killed, in public, killed!

Klaus' tone carried both seduction and malicious guesses, cleverly pulling the silk out of the calluses, "Because she used magic, who do you think would know that she would be caught first? Did she not try to escape?"

Sophie and Jane weren't fools. They couldn't possibly have been killed by Marcel while walking around in the street. Klaus was one hundred percent certain that there were other clues to Sophie's sister's death, such as a traitor and a snitch.

"She's hiding in the cargo bay of a freighter. She was caught just as she was preparing to sail in the Mississippi."

"Very good," Klaus answered, nodding his head. "Then tell me, who is it that manages his dock business among Marcel's most important trusted aides?"

Sophie was silent for a long time, and her heart grew cold. Who else could it be?

"Thierry, Katie's boyfriend." Finally, Sophie answered in a cold, hateful tone.

Klaus got the answers and the consequences he wanted and motioned for Rebecca to leave with Sophie, and then he felt he should emphasize to that damned little wolfwoman that it was all too ridiculous to be kind.

Bai Lu raised her head and smiled at him without fear. She also wanted to have a good discussion with Klaus about normal family relationships, and … The question of retribution for killing the innocent.

The swords drawn and the crossbows pulled, scattering unhappily. The simple outcome was this. Bai Lu locked the door gloomily and slept on her own!

Klaus glanced at Rebecca, then announced the start of the plan. He didn't care about that wolf girl's attitude. He wasn't angry at all, not even a little!

A few minutes before the ball, Klaus and Rebecca took a detour.

Thierry was playing trumpets on the railing, affectionate and cool, and everyone around him seemed to like him.

It was a melodious and beautiful song. Obviously, he was immersed in a kind of lovable state, his eyes filled with love.

Klaus nodded in agreement. "You're right, he's good." Klaus was a very honest man, and he was willing to admit that Thierry was talented.

Marcel looked at Thierry with eyes full of affection, his tone proud and proud. "Right? We all call him the musician, and the ladies love him, but he has a place in his heart... He's always surrounded by his beautiful little witch. "

"Witch?" A little witch? " The smile on Klaus' face became deeper. It seemed like this was the first time he had heard such news. He looked at Marcel in shock. Marcel didn't seem to think it was a big deal. " He said he loved her... "

"Your most important warrior has a deep friendship with your enemy, but you don't care?" Klaus questioned him with an expression that said, "Are you really Marcel?" Marcel felt the hair on his back stand on end.

"Of course I care, but Tieri is a mature man." He tried to persuade Klaus. "He'll make his own decisions, and I'll get some important inside information, and besides, he won't do anything to harm our cause."

Klaus mockingly laughed, not daring to believe his own words, "Look, a vampiric murderer is hosting a lavish charity party, his right-hand man loves a cute little witch …"

"We are one entity here, and no one will destroy us." Marcel denied Klaus' mockery. He couldn't possibly not trust his own people. However, he also seemed to have heard Klaus' advice. "However, you still wouldn't want those witches to be too bold," Klaus continued to use his speech as a charm, provoking and coaxing, "Considering that one of the witches said that a werewolf in the town had caused the disappearance of your nocturnal vampire, I'm sure you've considered it, Marcel …" It could be a trap. "

Marcel fell silent. He seemed to be thinking about something, and then he hesitantly nodded his head. "Maybe I should give them a hint."

Klaus brought him a glass of wine and toasted him, silently showing his support.

"Thierry," the beautiful music stopped, and Marcel's voice cut off the din, "tonight you will take a team of Night Vampires to the witch's place for a little harassment." After receiving a positive reply, Marcel glanced at Klaus and added, "Don't be too polite, Thierry."

Tieri nodded, and Klaus could clearly feel his' passionate 'gaze.

Raising his glass, Klaus' smile was gentle and pleasant. Go, my Thierry, your lovely little witch is waiting for you. I'm also waiting for you, together … Entering the circle.