LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

"It's an honor." Zhong Qing took the initiative and leaned over.

The two hugged each other and slid onto the dance floor.

The lights in the entire hall seemed to be focused on the dancing couple.

Elizabeth stood in the dark, silently looking at the pair of lovers who seemed to be a perfect match. For a long time, she finally let out a low sigh.

She reached out and picked up a cocktail from the high platform next to her.

Vampires are not used to eating other things, especially wine.

Elizabeth usually disdained this kind of thing, but at this moment, she urgently needed something to numb herself.

But before he could reach out his hand, he was stopped by someone.

Elizabeth raised her head unhappily, and the person who stopped her was a very handsome man.

And the strength is not bad.

This is normal. Those who are qualified to attend the banquet at Fancimen Castle must at least have the title of earl.

The vampires judge their title and strength based on their bloodline. This man's strength is definitely not weak.

However, even if the Duke stopped her at this moment, Elizabeth was not afraid.

Her temper has already been spoiled.

"What are you doing?" she asked angrily.

The man was not angry at her tone at all, but smiled fondly: "Let me see, the noble Miss Elizabeth, because she is so bright and surrounded by vampires, how can she sit alone in a dark corner and borrow a drink? Where to relieve your sorrow?"

Elizabeth looked at him coldly: "What does it have to do with you? Get out!"

The man's expression remained unchanged, he just looked at Zhongqing and Angelil on the dance floor like her.

"The future mistress of the Fanximen family is not even a vampire, right? His Highness the Prince doesn't know how he could be bewitched by such a woman."

This sentence simply spoke to Elizabeth's heart.

Elizabeth lowered her eyes and held the hem of her skirt tightly with her hand on her side.

The man glanced at it and sneered in his heart.

"Think about it, I really feel sorry for you, Miss Elizabeth. With such a noble status and such beauty, you should be the most suitable person for His Highness. At this moment, you are standing side by side on the dance floor with His Highness. The person you want to be with should be you, Miss Elizabeth." There seemed to be endless temptation in that voice, tempting people to fall into the bottomless abyss.

The man watched quietly, watching Elizabeth's expression gradually become unwilling.

He smiled and was about to continue saying something when he suddenly saw Elizabeth turning her head.

There was a sneer on her face, and her expression was sarcastic and contemptuous: "Who are you? How dare you stir up trouble against His Highness the Prince?"

She raised her chin high with an arrogant expression: "So what if I look down on that woman? That's my business? Do I dare to say it to that woman's face? A clown like you only dares to wait for opportunities in secret. It’s just a camp!”

She looked at the man who seemed to be angry with disdain: "A person like you is not even worthy of carrying shoes for the Fanximen family. What qualifications do you have to evaluate His Highness the Prince's decision?"

She snorted coldly: "Before I tell the waiter from Fanximen Castle to call over, get out of here! Don't pollute my eyes!"

The man's face turned green and white, and he glanced at Elizabeth bitterly. Finally, he didn't dare to do anything and left quietly.

Elizabeth exhaled and sank into the sofa as if she was exhausted, covering her face.