"Who are you? You don't know a thing about me and Sera!" Elvis Skidd proclaimed confidently. "We were childhood sweethearts; we grew up together. I know everything about her—her favorite foods, drinks, and clothes. Go ahead, ask me anything," he declared, full of self-assurance. His conviction made many guests start to believe him. They'd heard rumors that the second daughter of the Whitewood Family had once lived in the chaotic slums of the western outskirts, a place rife with crime and known as a haven for thugs. It wasn't easy for a young girl to survive alone there. Evelyn was momentarily taken aback. She doubted his words but wasn't sure how to counter him. If she followed his lead and asked him questions, it would only serve to reinforce his claim of a close relationship with Seraphina. Noticing her hesitation, Jason, who had remained silent until now, spoke up in a steady voice. "None of that proves anything. Evelyn has only known Seraphina for a few months, but she also knows what she likes to eat, her favorite colors, and her little habits." Evelyn nodded in agreement, silently admiring Jason's quick thinking. "Exactly! If that's all it takes, then I guess I'm Seraphina's man, too!" she huffed, her voice indignant. A ripple of laughter broke out around them, amused by her bold declaration, especially with her earnest expression and chubby face. "You're just here because you're attracted to her beauty," she muttered, unfazed by the laughter. Just then, security arrived, and Oberon barked, "Get him out of here!" "You think denying it changes anything?" Elvis shouted. "Whether you admit it or not, Seraphina is my woman." Oberon's patience had worn thin. With a glance, he instructed the butler to silence Elvis, not wanting to hear another word from him."Wait." As security began to drag him out, a cold, clear voice cut through the air. Everyone froze, turning to look at Seraphina in surprise. "He's not lying," Seraphina stated, her voice unwavering. "We did grow up together, both from the poor slums on the western outskirts." Each word echoed sharply, reaching the ears of every guest. The crowd gasped. This was practically an admission, validating everything he'd said. Contemptuous, disdainful stares began converging on Seraphina from all directions. Elvis, emboldened, wriggled free from security's grasp and declared triumphantly, "See? I wasn't lying! I am Seraphina's man, the future son-in-law of the Whitewood Family!" Oberon felt his blood pressure rising. His beautiful daughter was meant to marry into either the Foster Family or Drakon Family, not be ruined by a lowlife like him. Just as Oberon was about to intervene, Seraphina spoke again. "Elvis, are you certain you're my man?" She fixed him with a steady gaze, her smile tinged with a bloodthirsty gleam. Elvis was about to answer when her calm voice continued. "You'd better think carefully. There's only one chance to get this right." Her smile grew brighter, an eerie air surrounding her as the bloodthirsty urge within her flared up.