Bride of the Serpent King-Chapter 31:Her Royal Instinct

Chapter 31:Her Royal Instinct

"You’ve got some nerve staring at her, haven’t you? You even dared to force her to remove her mask, you are simply tired of living" the man’s voice was icy and filled with menace, making the poor guard nearly wet himself.

The guard was already shivering. "I... I was just following orders... I didn’t mean to offend Mr. Riven’s people," he stammered.

Riven glanced at the guard briefly before entering the mall. No one noticed the red imprint that slowly appeared at the back of the guard’s neck, or maybe Riven was aware, perhaps his handiwork.

. . .

Zaiyila was admiring all the clothes on the first floor with wide eyes.

"Lizzy, I’m not dreaming, right?" she asked, holding Elizabeth’s hand.

Elizabeth chuckled. "Aww, so cute. Let’s go to the fifth floor—the clothes there are even more beautiful," she suggested and tugged her toward the escalator.

"Oh my! Oh my, my!" Zaiyila’s eyes widened even more as she gazed at everything. All the beautiful dresses were like gold in her eyes.

"Welcome to our mall, dear VIPs. May I know what type of dress you’re looking for?" a female staff member in a crisp black and white uniform approached and bowed slightly before them.

"I want the latest dress for both me and my sister. It should be similar in every detail—no differences," Elizabeth requested.

The woman glanced at Zaiyila, who was smiling shyly. Her eyes flickered for a moment before she quickly composed herself.

"Please follow me," she invited, trying to keep her voice steady. She led them to the sixth floor. "These are our latest dresses. What style and color do our honored guests desire?" she inquired politely.

Elizabeth thought for a moment before beginning to explain her preferences to the staff member, while Zaiyila’s attention wandered. Her gaze landed on a peculiar dress tucked in a corner near the entrance to the seventh floor.

She moved closer and noticed it was enclosed in a glass box.

The glass was transparent, allowing the dress to be seen. It was a shining black, floor-length gown with a round neckline and half-shoulder long sleeves. The front was elegantly curvy—if Zaiyila were to wear this dress, it would be doomsday for single men and a nightmare for married ones.

She smiled and touched the glass, her eyes sparkling blue with desire. "How much is this dress?" Zaiyila inquired as the lady approached her.

"Beautiful guest, please take a look around and consider other dresses," the lady suggested gently.

Zaiyila shook her head. "I want this one," she insisted. "How much is it? I’d like to buy it."

The lady stared at her for a moment before bowing slightly. "Dear guest, please wait a few minutes while I call the manager," she responded.

Zaiyila nodded, and the woman left.

"Aiyi, dear, you like this dress too!" Elizabeth’s voice called from behind.

Zaiyila nodded and looked at her. "You seem to like it too," she observed.

"Yeah, but the price... I can’t afford it unless I sell my family’s property," Elizabeth replied with a gloomy tone.

"That expensive?" Zaiyila raised her brows and turned her eyes back to the dress. "I love this dress. Will Eve scold me if I spend too much on it?" she wondered nervously.

"I heard someone wants to buy the dress. I hope it’s not another annoying customer," a female voice echoed, drawing everyone’s attention.

Zaiyila turned toward the voice and saw a mature, beautiful woman around thirty with a well-toned figure walking toward them.

There was a polite smile on her face, but the moment she saw Zaiyila, her expression froze. She quickly recovered and smiled warmly.

"This dress costs 496.09 trillion. Is the honored guest willing to buy it?" she inquired, directly saying the price.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. "What are you doing—trying to rob someone in broad daylight? The last time I came here, it was 100 billion! How did it rise so much in just a week?" she exclaimed.

The woman glanced at Elizabeth and smirked. "Before you came, it was cheaper than that," she retorted coolly. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"You!" Elizabeth pointed at the woman, ready to argue, but Zaiyila immediately stopped her.

"May I know why the dress is worth so much?" she asked calmly.

The woman appeared surprised by her composed question and smiled even more brightly. "This dress symbolizes a special heart that ordinary people can’t comprehend. It’s also filled with mysteries that can only be discovered by the one who owns it," she explained.

"Stop spouting nonsense! A dress is a dress—it’s just about beauty! Who are you trying to scam?" Elizabeth shouted in frustration.

Zaiyila looked at the dress again. "Forget it... I’ll just apologize to Eve. If he insists on getting his money back, I’ll work and return it. But... what if he thinks I’m too wasteful and decides to divorce me? Then... I’ll just stick to him. Everything will be fine once I return the money," she thought. "I want this dress," she declared.

Everyone was stunned—even the manager.

"Aiyi, what are you doing? Don’t let this crazy woman bewitch you! This dress is definitely not worth that much," Elizabeth protested.

Zaiyila looked at her and smiled. "It’s fine. Can you wrap it up for me?" she asked the manager.

"Beautiful guest, are you sure you want this dress? If you regret it later and try to return it, we may have to sue you," the manager warned, her brows slightly furrowed.

"Sue her? You people are really something! If you don’t want to sell the dress, just reject the sale. Do you have to go overboard?" Elizabeth snapped.

"Calm down, Lizzy," Zaiyila held her friend’s hand and looked at the manager. "I said I want it, and I won’t return it. So there’s no need to worry."

The woman nodded. "Card or transfer?" she asked.

"Card," Zaiyila replied and handed over the card Everett had given her.

The manager took the card and froze, her hands trembling slightly. It’s really her! It’s My Queen! she exclaimed inwardly and immediately smiled brightly.

"Wrap the dress along with the royal heels," she ordered and hurried inside. Moments later, she returned and handed the card back to Zaiyila. "Thank you very much, Your Royal Guest," she bowed respectfully.

Zaiyila sensed something was off but couldn’t quite place it. She brushed it off and started thinking about how to coax Everett.

"Hmph! Scammers. If anything happens to this dress—even a slight cut—I’ll make sure you go to jail," Elizabeth hissed as she collected the packages along with the other dresses she had ordered. She left the mall with Zaiyila.

"Molly, you dared deduct money from Her Majesty! If the King finds out, do you know what the consequences will be? This mall was built for the Queen, and you still act like this?" a stunning woman, who looked similar to the manager, asked worriedly.

"Dear sister Nolly, do you think I’m tired of living? I wouldn’t dare do such a thing. I didn’t deduct a single coin. Besides, the dress recognized Her Royal Highness immediately—can I sell her what already belongs to her?" Molly smiled and looked at Nolly.

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