Celia asked, "Can I have another bottle? Emma has another Rank 11 partner—Marcus." Dahlia rolled her eyes. She's so greedy. "No. Marcus is special. Handle him after your daughter bonds with Lucien and Drake," Dahlia said firmly. … Half an hour later. Emma walked out of Drake's room, and just as she reached her own door, she saw Malrik standing there. He stood with his arms crossed, cheeks puffed in anger, glaring at whoever was inside. "Daddy, this is my female's room. You can't be inside! What are you doing—trying to seduce her?" Is my daddy insane? A cold voice drifted out from the room. "Malrik, don't think being stupid stops me from beating you. Stand there one more second, and you'll meet the Beast God tonight." D*mn it.I finally get a night where I can accompany Ms. Tibarn, and just as I'm finishing changing, this idiot shows up. If I weren't worried about upsetting her, I'd already have thrown Malrik back to the Enchanter Clan. "Oh, so you want to steal Ms. Tibarn and kill me? Fine! I'm going to tell her!" Inside the room, Marcus lay on the bed. When he heard Malrik was about to tattle to Emma, he let out a cold laugh. "Go on. You think I'm scared?" I want Malrik to call Emma over. Emma promised to make it up to me tonight. "I'll." But the moment Malrik turned around, he saw Emma walking over. He immediately rushed to complain. "Ms. Tibarn! Daddy's shameless—he dressed like that to seduce you! Come to my room instead. Ignore him. He betrayed my mother. The Beast God will punish him!" Hearing Malrik trying to drag Emma away, Marcus instantly came out of the room."Ms. Tibarn, don't listen to him." He pulled Emma's hand and complained, too. "He's lying. He just wants to lure you away." "I am not!" Malrik yelled. "You said Ms. Tibarn could keep me—why can't she stay in my room?" Tsk. Marcus sneered. "Ms. Tibarn promised tonight to make it up to me." "Time with her is by drawing lots. Wait your turn." "Daddy, how could you?!" Malrik yelled, nearly in tears. But Emma wasn't even listening to their argument. Her eyes were glued to Marcus. She had no idea if he rushed out too quickly or did it on purpose, but he was wearing nothing except a pair of extremely tight, very short black briefs. Everything was unmistakably obvious.On his wrists were two thin golden chains. Emma was stunned. Marcus definitely isn't like Lucien or Corvin. This isn't something he learned from Silas. Silas would never teach that kind of style. Marcus noticed her staring and grew a little red around the ears. He tightened his grip on Emma's hand and shot Malrik a smug look. "You can call me whatever you want—tonight, I am staying with Ms. Tibarn." Then he looked down at Emma, voice softening. "Ms. Tibarn, go back to your room. I'll take Malrik back, then join you." Emma was stunned. Take Malrik back like this? No way. Emma told Marcus, "I'll talk to Malrik. You go back first." If Lucien or Edric sees him dressed like this, they'll misunderstand and think I like this kind of thing. Just imagining all my partners dressing like Marcus nearly makes me collapse. Too many handsome males… I can't handle it.Marcus nodded obediently and returned to her room. Malrik panicked when he saw Marcus go inside again. "Ms. Tibarn! He—!" "Malrik." Emma took his hand and led him toward the stairs. As they walked, she said gently, "Marcus is my partner, not your father. You only mistook him because your mind isn't well right now." The medicine from the Aurelia doctor still wasn't working. Malrik hadn't improved at all. "Really?" Malrik frowned, trying to remember, but nothing came back. He only knew that the beautiful female before him was his female and that Marcus was his father.