Bride of the Serpent King-Chapter 39:IS MY WINE READY?

Chapter 39:IS MY WINE READY?

"Boss, you have a meeting right now. Mr. Henry submitted his agreement file—I’m here to deliver it to you to..." the female began in a sweet, seductive voice as she approached, but she couldn’t finish her sentence.

"Ahhh!" she screamed, stumbling back in shock. In her haste, her heel slipped, and she crashed onto her butt with a sharp hiss of pain.

Zaiyila, who had been feeling quite displeased, couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Her laughter was so melodic that even the woman who had fallen forgot her pain and stared at her in a daze.

Trying to stifle her amusement, Zaiyila covered her mouth and glanced around to check if Everett had returned. "Sorry, miss. Do you need help?" she asked kindly, though she was still fighting hard not to laugh.

The woman snapped out of her daze and immediately stood up. "What are you doing here, you little thief?! How did you get in?" she barked.

Zaiyila raised her hands and shook her head. "Nothing. I’m not a thief. But I think you should take care of yourself first. Your butt must be aching by now," she remarked.

"Shut the fuck up!" the woman snapped, pointing accusingly at Zaiyila. "Who let you in? And you even dare to sit on the CEO’s chair? Are you seeking death?"

Zaiyila blinked twice. "I wasn’t aware this was the CEO’s chair," she replied honestly and got up, then casually sat on the table instead. "This place is better, right?" she asked innocently.

The woman looked like she was about to explode with rage, but she quickly composed herself and smirked. "How could I not have figured it out? Beautiful face, dressed in an army thigh-length skirt with a matching tube top, well-painted nails, delicate features, a smart figure... You’re even wearing the latest heels—even if they might be fake, it’s hard to tell. I must say, whoever sent you to seduce the CEO is a true master," she snarled, jealousy dripping from every word.

Zaiyila blinked repeatedly and pointed at herself. "Me?" she questioned.

"Oh, please, don’t play dumb with me," the woman scowled. "I must admit, you have heavenly beauty—even I am envious. But let me warn you: coming here to claim the CEO was a mistake."

Zaiyila looked at her with an unreadable expression and remained silent.

The woman eyed her with arrogance. "You want to compete with me? I’m afraid you’re still too young," she thought smugly, mistaking Zaiyila’s silence for hesitation. "If you know what’s best for you, you’ll leave before the CEO returns. Otherwise, not only will you be humiliated, you might not even see the next day," she threatened.

"The way you’re talking, it sounds like he’s very cruel," Zaiyila commented, her eyes flashing with an unnoticed crimson hue.

The woman shivered slightly at the mention of Everett’s cruelty. "Oops... He’s the kind who’s not interested in women. Anyone who dares approach him with hidden intentions gets destroyed. You think your beauty will get his attention? Hmph! You’re dreaming. He’ll probably ruin that face of yours so badly you’ll never want to live again," she warned coldly.

"Oh." Zaiyila paused, seemingly pondering the scene described. She then slowly raised her head, a bizarre smile forming on her lips. "You seem to know quite a bit about him, yet you came into his office like this. Isn’t your own intention obvious?" she purred, her voice like the devil’s whisper. Her smile never wavered, but if one looked deeply into her eyes, they would spot faint serpent slits—a chilling indication of something far from human.

The woman trembled, a cold wave washing over her, every hair on her body standing on end. "Don’t... don’t talk nonsense. I’m just here to deliver a file! I have no interest in the CEO! Wasn’t it you who clearly has designs on him? You’re the one sitting on his table in that position. Tell me—who’s the one trying to seduce him?" she stammered, unconsciously stepping back.

Zaiyila’s smile grew brighter. "Look—he’s back!" she suddenly exclaimed.

The woman’s heart leapt, thudding wildly as she whirled around, only to find the doorway empty. Her anxiety grew worse. She gripped the door handle for support, slowly turning back to find Zaiyila chuckling loudly.

"See? I’m not scared if he’s back, but you are. Still going to deny it?" Zaiyila laughed.

"You!" The woman tore her hand from the handle to point at Zaiyila, but in her haste, her palm scraped against the sharp edge of the security lock, slicing her skin and drawing blood. She hissed in pain.

Zaiyila was still laughing at the woman’s misfortune when the scent of blood filled the air. Her laughter abruptly stopped. She stared at the woman’s bleeding hand, unblinking.

It was strange how such a small cut could produce so much blood—but Zaiyila was changing. Her eyes were no longer human; they had transformed into slitted serpent eyes, yet unlike a normal snake’s, they bore the eerie intensity of a crocodile’s. Her long black hair began to writhe unnaturally, and a look of gleeful anticipation spread across her face. She licked the corner of her lips with a tongue no longer human—long, forked, and deadly. Her fangs, sharp and murderous, flashed as her smile widened.

The woman lifted her head to scold Zaiyila, only to freeze in horror at her transformation. She turned to flee, but the door slammed shut behind her. No matter how she pulled or pushed, it wouldn’t budge.

"Please! Please let me go!" she sobbed, collapsing to her knees. Paralyzed by fear, she couldn’t think of a single way to escape.

Zaiyila chuckled darkly—a sound that could summon death itself. She licked her lips again with her forked tongue.

"Fresh and clean... This Queen hasn’t tasted such delicious wine in years," she declared. Her voice was no longer the soft, innocent tone of Zaiyila. It was the true voice of a queen who had ruled for centuries.

"Little human... You are lucky to be the first wine this Queen will taste after so many years. Don’t struggle—be glad," multiple voices of unidentified gender echoed from every direction, chilling the very air in the office.

Zaiyila chuckled again, her gaze locked on the blood. In her eyes, the woman had become the fine wine she craved. She raised her hand, admiring her nails, now adorned with tiny serpent designs—sharp and horrifying.

"IS MY WINE READY?"

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