Chapter 101: A Trickster

Zen was speechless as such a grand event turns out to be some third-rate market bidding style.

Angela starts giggling at Zen's unique remark of comparing the Scarlet family to some commoners market.

"You really have no respect for anything," Evie curved her lips as she smiled toward Zen.

Zen simply shrugged his shoulder as he laid back, "I respect those who deserve them. However, those dumb people without any regard to the rule are ignorant as hell."

"Aren't you similar to them as well?" Evie said with a bewitching look.

Zen became awestruck by the counter-attack of Evie and wanted to straight-up kiss her lips again.

Almost like she knew his intention, Evie moved away a bit from Zen and created a distance between them.

Afterward, Evie grabbed a cup to start drinking some tea while purposely leaving some on her lips, creating a juicy and enchanting appearance.

Zen swallowed some of his saliva as he watched this phenomenal scene and forgot about the auction in the process.

Angela pouted in jealousy as she also grabbed a cup to start drinking and followed Evie's example.

Alas, it was a futile effort when she tried to do something for the first time versus Evie who is an expert in seducing men.

Angela gritted her teeth as she found something else to distract herself because Zen didn't even bother turning his head to leer at her.

Zen has already seen every part of her yesterday and even fuck her to heaven as she orgasm multiple times. Thus, he preferred to pay attention to Evie instead.

Not only was she a businesswoman, but she also has a secret identity that is even more fearsome than the Kaiso family, given the fact that Daemon Kaiso didn't dare to lay a finger on her.

Meanwhile, Evie starts using her tongue to lick the leftover drink in her lips in an alluring manner.

Zen can no longer resist his temptation as he moves closer and starts kissing her deeply in the lips.

"Mhmm," Evie moaned softly by the sudden pounce from Zen.

She tried to push him off but it only backfired as Zen became more aroused.

Hugging her waist, Zen moved even closer as his tongue started his invasion in Evie's mouth.

Evie rolled her eyes when she practically dug a hole for herself when she seduced Zen intentionally.

A few moments later, Evie could no longer resist his tongue that was trying to enter her mouth as she needed to breathe some air.

"Huff… mmmmh," As Evie opened her mouth slightly to get some fresh air, Zen took this opportunity as he started to use his tongue to wrap around her.

Evie closed her eyes slightly as she wrapped her arm around his neck as she started matching his rhythm.

The smooching sound was the only thing being made in this room since Angela was too furious to care anymore.

Finally, Zen stopped kissing and looked at Evie with a gentle expression. Licking his own lip softly to savor her, Zen smiles cheekily.

"You tasted delicious Evie," Zen complimented without letting go of her slender waist since it was so comfortable in his hand.

Evie pouted in anger slightly but it was just an act. "Hmph, for your audacity to kiss this maiden, I'll be making sure you go broke."

"Oh right, you mean that cloak where Lady Seraphine was auctioning off. It was already sold with 25,000 spirit stones as the final price while we were being lovey-dovey." Zen said as he laid his head on her shoulder.

"WHAT?" 

Evie shouted in disbelief as she looked at the center stage and she heard Lady Seraphine congratulating the bidder on obtaining the cloak. 

Hearing that, Evie glared at Zen fiercely as she believed he purposely took his time to distract her with this kiss so she would miss this cloak.

"Did you know I wanted that cloak since it will fit my clothes?" Evie said with a sullen mood.

"Hahahahaa," Zen started laughing aloud when he finally got back on Evie. 

Evie became even more enraged to see Zen laughing at her misery while taking advantage of her.

Zen stopped laughing a while as he planted a kiss on her cheek and before she could raise her hand to slap him, he said something that will soothe her sullen mood.

"That cloak is a defective product, Evie," Zen said calmly as he narrowly avoided a slap to his face.

Evie raised her eyebrow in suspicion since she didn't detect any faulty formation in the cloak.

"What do you mean by a defective product? I can sense the formation in the cloak is active and correct." Evie questioned Zen and if his answer does not satisfy her then she'll have a much more sinister plan for him.

Feeling a chill suddenly, Zen hurriedly explained himself on his discovery, "When I first saw the cloak, I noticed the formation was active and nothing was wrong. But there's a limit to how many uses it can have."

Zen tried to keep her in suspense but being glared at constantly, he could only continue, "Lady Seraphine has explained that this cloak was made by that famous engineer whatever his name was again but didn't mention anything else. This is because the formation is starting to lose its function and you can not detect it easily with the concealing spell in it."

Evie pondered his word for a while but still found it hard to believe that the Scarlet family would auction off such a defective product.

After all, their reputation is more important than money. Without their reputation, no one would be here to attend this annual auction.

"You're not bullshiting right," Evie asked solemnly.

She has considered every factor and with her expertise. She cannot believe herself making such a mistake.

She has made her research before the auction even began and even used her sense to check the cloak if it is perfect without flaw.

'I was never wrong with my judgment before so how did Zen know about the cloak being defective when he barely even glanced at it.' Evie said inwardly as she looked at Zen for an answer on whether he's a genius or lying to her.

Silence filled the room as Zen showed a serious expression on his face before opening his mouth.

"Bingo, I am bullshitting right now just to avoid being slapped in the face." Zen starts laughing as he claps his hand from making up such a lie on the spot.