Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 209: When Plans Go Awry

Of course, Vazer couldn’t back out, but at the same time, he was wary of putting himself into unnecessary danger. Who knew what contingencies Lord Masdaw had in place... and worse, what if his bloodline power was one that was difficult to deal with?

To ensure everything ran smoothly, Vazer straightened the coat he wore and spoke to Cain again before he left. "Once I step back out and give you more information, we’ll attack!" Vazer said, satisfied to see Cain nod in agreement. Vazer then turned around and walked out of the restaurant they had been in.

His movements were steady and unhurried as he slowly made his way to the mansion, changing into the exact image, height, voice, and tone of one of Masdaw’s attendants—a persona he was extremely familiar with. His entire face and image transformed, including his clothes, which warped into a tight-fitted suit, unlike the loose coat Vazer had been wearing.

The sky was dark, and the moon was hidden behind the clouds. His heart didn’t thump in his chest—it didn’t beat at all, as it was simply an organ that constituted a weakness in a Red’s body. His expression was staid as he walked forward with all the arrogance and command that came with being a Lord’s personal attendant—something he was familiar with, being a Lord himself with his own attendants.

The mansion in front of him was huge, and the gates were just as massive. Two guards stood in front of it, but Vazer was aware that they were simply for decoration and to serve as a warning. The numerous cameras he could see and the guards he couldn’t were most likely ten times more than the ones visible.

Regardless, he walked forward toward the side gate, which was used for entry, with a stone-cold expression on his face. He completely ignored the guards standing there, treating them like nothing more than decorations.

"Open!" he barked in a loud voice, even as the guards hesitated. One of them, with more courage than he appeared to have, dared to step in front of Vazer.

"Sir Nigel! You just left with the Lord... why are you back?" he asked, his eyes saying more than his mouth did. ...You walked? What about the car you left in... what about the Lord...

Vazer instantly stamped a deep frown on his face. Though he was the same height as the guard who had spoken, he still managed to stare down at him with a condescending look.

"Are you blind?" His voice was low and deep as he stared at the guard like he was an idiot. "Why else would I be back if not to pick something up? Should I have asked the Lord to wait?" His tone grew higher and more entrenched in anger the more he spoke, even as the guard immediately bowed his head and moved to the side.

"I apologize. Then your ID card and your—"

"My face ID should suffice! I’m in a hurry... if I don’t get back quickly, I’ll be sure to mention who delayed me!" The threat in his words was extremely clear, enough for the other guard to hiss at his partner with a worried expression on his face as he stepped closer.

"Mr. Nigel... you can go right in! Please..." he hurriedly said, his red eyes flashing in anger as he threw a nasty look at his partner. The last thing he wanted was to be punished because of something he didn’t do. Moreover, their Lord was the most finicky, and his punishments weren’t the least bit mild.

After that, neither of them stopped Vazer, and he didn’t hesitate to walk through the gate, hurrying off. After finding out that Masdaw wasn’t in and had just left, Vazer could have immediately left, but to keep up appearances, he needed to pick up a folder—something he didn’t mind doing. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Masdaw isn’t around! If I can steal some secrets from him, then why shouldn’t I? Vazer thought to himself as he continued to head inside the mansion with hurried steps, ignoring the guards and servants who greeted him and only acknowledging a few whose rank seemed worthy enough to clean his shoes.

Considering that shape-shifting was his bloodline power—one he had used hundreds of times—the possibility that he could get caught didn’t so much as occur to him. All he needed was ten minutes.

...If all goes well, we won’t even need to fight! he thought to himself, which was the best scenario he wanted, considering how unstable Cain had looked to him.

The pounding in Cain’s head was subtle at first, but the consistency of it made his heart beat faster. It would have been something he could ignore, but it didn’t help that he had been feeling it since morning, right after he had breakfast.

He had even gone as far as to take strong painkillers—the kind he used when his beast was out of control. Although they worked to relieve the pain, after a while, the effect wore off, and he needed more, which he didn’t have.

Glancing at the glass walls of the restaurant, he could indeed see that one of his eyes was slightly red while the other retained its original brown color. His hair was a bit tousled, but Cain completely ignored it as he watched Vazer walk inside the mansion with a completely different appearance than his usual one. He wasn’t at all surprised, considering he had seen Vazer’s bloodline powers many times when the man played different games on him just for fun.

But still, Cain felt greatly unsettled, and he could feel deep within just how restless his beast wolf was—a stark contrast to when he had been with Violet at the mansion.

...Am I getting worse? he wondered to himself, unable to fathom why, considering how much better he had felt after he began living with Violet. It was a question he had no answer to as he continued to stare at the mansion gates. Suddenly, he saw rows of cars approach in a straight line—an entourage that could only belong to the Lord of the mansion.

Cain sprang to his feet the next second, his eyes focused solely on the cars as he dashed out of the restaurant. He had already paid his bill for the cup of tea he hadn’t touched in advance.

His eyes remained fixed on the scene as he watched someone with the exact face Vazer had transformed into step out of the car to talk to the guards. Even from a distance, Cain could see how shocked the guards were as they instantly stood at attention, their gazes shifting back to the rows of cars before they dropped to their knees, speaking rapidly. Though Cain was too far to hear their words, he could imagine what was being said.

"Not good!" Cain mumbled out loud to himself, especially as he heard an alarm suddenly blare through the mansion—a mansion that was bound to have hundreds of guards, all Reds, swift and dangerous.

Cain knew that waiting for Vazer was the plan... but what else was left when the plan suddenly went awry?

Without hesitating any longer, he picked up his phone and placed it to his ear, giving the order for all the men they had hired—including Vazer’s men—to attack. He discarded his coat, dropping it to the ground as he prepared to transform.