Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

Rebecca was busy, too, complaining to a pretty blonde bartender in the bar about the little secret of female sex.

Rebecca leaned against the cold table, her beautiful eyes seemingly hiding infinite sorrow. She leisurely poured wine into them. "…" So, I moved back here to get closer to my brothers, because I've had enough … To be honest, family is the most important thing, right?... Camille? "

Camille thinks the girl in front of him looks familiar, especially with her blond hair, but she has never seen Rebecca before. "Call me Camille," she says.

Rebecca nodded in agreement. It seemed like she would easily be accosted and meet all sorts of standards.

"Have you really never been here before?" Camil asked curiously. She did not know that she had forgotten about some people and things due to her mental control. She was only a little curious by instinct. "You really look familiar."

Rebecca denied it and then casually added, "You might have watched me walk past on a certain street. You know, I'm also an impressive girl."

Camille smiled. That, she agreed.

They talked a lot, Rebecca made a good contribution to her performance, and then, finally, Rebecca said something that shocked her. "Weren't you dating Marcel? He's my friend, so that's how it is... "Yeah, sort of. I heard he liked the blonde bartender back in Rousseau's day."

Camille seems to have caught on to something. She sends the cocktail over again, then starts mixing a drink for herself, relaxing as she answers, "I don't call it a date. He's courting me, I refused before, but now I feel... I don't know, but he's very charming, "Camil teased Rebecca with a wrinkle of her nose." This probably means that I should run away.

Rebecca remained silent, seemingly very envious of Camil. She spoke slowly, her clear eyes filled with happiness. "…" I am in a state of disjunction myself, Camille, and you must cherish what you have. "

Camille stares at Rebecca, who looks especially sad.

"That's the worst part, isn't it?" It might have been a customer who was hurt by her feelings. Camil started her occupational disease again. "There are some people you can't let go of … "You can't be fooled, you always know, but there's nothing you can do about it, right?"

"I like you, Cammie," Rebecca agreed. She took a long drink of wine, then blew out some of the aromatic gas into her mouth while holding her chin. I should be at this charity party tonight, you know? He's sort of like Gatsby, setting up a shitty party. "

When Camil saw the name of the invitation, she gave a strange cough.

Rebecca swirled her wineglass. Afterwards, she left the invitation letter and said absentmindedly, "You'll be interested, Camil."

In the evening, it was a grand and luxurious ball.

Klaus put on a handsome suit with his beautiful sister.

Rebecca was very good at this sort of gathering, and Klaus seemed to be accustomed to it. Elijah had always deeply believed that no matter which circle they were in, their younger brother and sister would be overrated!

Rebecca was wearing a short black skirt that was half revealing, a pale gold dress with a curling hem. She looked very pretty, and Klaus thought that no woman in the whole ballroom would be a match for her.

Rebecca's presence was also a distraction. Perhaps, for Marcel, tonight's plan would be quite successful.

"Relax, my dear brother," Rebecca said, with the proper dignity of her face, the string of scorn and sarcasm in her mouth. "I think I made sure Marcel would be a little distracted tonight."

"Should I ask?" Klaus looked at Rebecca with some surprise. Her expression was very subtle. It seemed like his little sister had secretly done some small things behind his back.

Rebecca was extremely modest, and her eyebrows were filled with interest. "I can only say that his attention won't be on us. Believe me …" I did my best. "

Klaus smiled and disappeared. Very good, he would go and arrange the details.

"What about you? "What are you doing to ensure Elijah's safe return?" Rebecca walked around and didn't find anything fun to do, so she called Klaus and asked about the trip.

Klaus was scribbling furiously in Marcel's study. He smiled. He was about to write it down — criminal evidence.

"What do you mean?" Rebecca asked curiously.

"We need to give Kate the right motivation to cast a powerful spell tonight." Klaus settled the letter and leisurely sealed his mouth. He stuck out the tip of his tongue and said sinisterly and innocently, "Dear sister, I am creating a motive …" "Marcel ordered us to harass the witches, and I will, on the other hand, arrange for the tragedy to go wrong."

Thierry's great mistake, and then Marcel would taste the pain of losing his right hand.

Klaus, occupying the high ground, stretched out his hands, enjoying the plot infinitely. He thought that the punishment for Marcel's betrayal had only just begun.

"Marcel may not mind the love stories of Tierry, but some of the sins are not so easy for him to forgive... For example, Thierry killed one of his colleagues. "

If Thierry made an unforgivable mistake for the sake of his passion, Marcel would never forgive him. For Marcel, not killing a vampire was the most important rule, wasn't it?

Klaus's handsome profile was half in the light, half in the dark, like a real devil, evil, sly, sexual, with a deadly fascination in the horror of cruelty.

Rebecca took it, and she got it right at once. Their plans were perfectly linked, "So if our little Katie wants her lover to be spared Marcel's punishment... If she wants to save him, she'll have to use magic. Marcel won't be easy to deal with, will he? "

Klaus nodded affirmatively, giving his sister a rare compliment. "You're really a clever child."

Klaus would occasionally like humans, especially at times like these. He was very, very fond of foolish humans, and they were willing to make great sacrifices for the sake of love.

But then again, what was there to pay with your life but love? Klaus asked indifferently, his cold smile covering his handsome face.

Hey, cute little witch Katie, let me see what you're going to do.

He crossed his hands and arrogantly sat on Marcel's desk like a king, looking down at the crowd below. Klaus' dimples were deep, and his eyes were serene, filled with anticipation and excitement.