The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 154: Turning the Tables

Chloe Callahan heard footsteps, looked up, and upon seeing Rhys Blackwood, her eyes widened suddenly, and her heartbeat quickened.

The man in front of her had a tall build and stern features, with deep black eyes like a cold pond, a high nose bridge, and tightly pressed thin lips, exuding a chilling aura that seemed to warn strangers away.

His appearance and demeanor were no less impressive than the two handsome men she’d seen before.

Her heart pounded like a drum, and her cheeks slightly flushed.

How could there be so many handsome men in The Wolf Tribe’s forbidden area? Each one was strikingly good-looking.

Chloe Callahan suddenly felt like she had fallen into a nest of handsome men.

Instead, she wasn’t in a hurry to leave.

Realizing her face was black and yellow from that woman’s application, and had been drawn on with a charcoal pen for quite some time, she felt stifled.

She quickly lowered her head, afraid that the handsome man in front of her would see her ugly appearance.

Internally, she cursed Luna Sutton thousands of times, knowing she was not truly helping. She wouldn’t have agreed to let her paint those weird things on her face and draw for so long.

She was full of regret, feeling she was even dumber than a pig for trusting easily.

Rhys Blackwood was unaware of her thoughts and didn’t care whether she lowered her head, looking down at her from above, "Caleb Manning sent you here to investigate?"

He didn’t mention ’The Salt Lake,’ lest he exposed himself before others had investigated anything.

His voice was cold as ice.

Chloe Callahan shivered all over upon hearing it, quickly shook her head, "No, no, I accidentally fell off a cliff, landed in Umbraflow, and floated here."

"So you like having your belly cut open for clarity."

Rhys Blackwood suddenly leaned closer, his vertical pupils narrowing dangerously.

His fingertip formed a black blade and leisurely undid the ties of Chloe Callahan’s beast skin skirt, "Where should we start peeling the skin?"

Outside the cave, Luna Sutton nearly burst into laughter.

In the original plot, Rhys Blackwood wasn’t this ruthless.

Indeed, appearance is the currency in the Beastman world. At this moment, Chloe’s charcoal-streaked face was washed by cold sweat, resembling a black bunny that fell into a coal mine.

Inside the cave, Chloe screamed out in fright, clinging to her beast skin skirt, crying like a water flower in rain, much like a startled Snowy bunny.

No, a little black bunny, trembling.

"No, please don’t. I’m really not a spy, I beg you to spare me!"

Rhys Blackwood looked at her coldly, the black blade at his fingertips lightly slicing across her abdomen, snapping the ties of her beast skin skirt.

He frowned slightly, his gaze falling on her abdomen’s skin, which was bright white and contrasting sharply with the dark yellow, sallow skin on her face, neck, and hands.

"Interesting."

Rhys Blackwood sneered, retracting the black blade, straightening up, his voice icy, "Someone, get water."

Outside the cave, Luna Sutton reacted instantly upon hearing, inwardly calling trouble.

She hadn’t expected Chloe didn’t apply it to her body; she should have done it herself, now this was troublesome.

Soon, a Beastman brought in a bucket of clean water into the cave, put it down, and left.

Rhys Blackwood glanced at the bucket of water, coldly said, "Wash."

Chloe Callahan fearfully walked over, bent down, squatted by the bucket, trembled with her hands, scooped up water and splashed it on her face, scrubbing hard.

As the ugly makeup was washed clean, her original delicate face was revealed.

But the skin remained dark yellow and sallow, the medicinal liquid was specially concocted by Luna Sutton, plain water naturally couldn’t clean it off.

Rhys Blackwood narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping back and forth over her face and body, the tone dangerous, "Why did you make yourself ugly?"

Upon hearing, Chloe Callahan’s tears flowed more fiercely, feeling wronged and started to complain, "I didn’t do it myself. There was just a female who came over, said it could save me. I obediently listened to her and let her mess around with me. She made me like this, and I don’t know what she applied to my face, it can’t be washed off. My skin wasn’t like this at all."

Towards the end, her voice became more aggrieved, crying like a water flower in rain, pitiable.

She didn’t mention Luna Sutton’s jealousy fearing she’d steal the Beast Husband.

Saying too much was not wise, this was sufficient and could also showcase her obedience and docility, thus garnering the man’s sympathy.

Rhys Blackwood’s brows furrowed deeply, there were only two females in the whole of The Salt Lake.

One was the one before him, the other was Cynthia.

Could she be referring to Cynthia?

What was Cynthia doing making her so ugly?

Was it jealousy? Or fear that this female’s appearance posed a threat to her?

He coldly swept across Chloe Callahan’s still dark yellow face, but unexpectedly felt a trace of displeasure.

Although Cynthia used to be lazy and greedy, recently she seemed to have changed quite a bit.

Even... somewhat radiant.

Could she have done such a thing?

"Are you referring to Cynthia?"

Rhys Blackwood’s voice was low and carried a hint of danger.

Chloe Callahan quickly nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks, voice choked, "Yes, it was her. She said it could save me, and I believed her, didn’t expect she’d treat me like this..."

Although Luna Sutton hadn’t told her the name, she had heard it from the two men.

Rhys Blackwood’s eyes darkened, his impression of Luna instantly downgraded.

He originally thought she had changed and improved, didn’t expect her to still be so narrow and jealous.

[Ding! Warning, warning, Rhys Blackwood’s favorability reduced by 8 points, current favorability 65. Please act quickly, host.]

Outside in the shrubs, Luna Sutton suddenly heard the system’s alarm in her mind.

Upon hearing the alarm in her mind, her hand gripping the bush tightened sharply, squeezing dark green juice from the leaves.

She stared at Chloe Callahan’s rain-streaked look in the cave, her expression very unpleasant.

This white lotus dare to backstab, quite something.

No wonder she’s the main character, indeed has something, with few words managed to lower Rhys Blackwood’s favorability by 8 points.

"Host, please quickly turn the tide, or the situation will be unfavorable for you."

The system again reminded her in her mind.

"Do you really need to say it?"

Luna Sutton sneered, standing up from the bushes, moonlight illuminating her delicate face, appearing particularly cold.

She patted the grass off her skirt and walked into the cave with elegant steps.

Her fingertips stained with berry juice, she wiped it on Chloe Callahan’s face, "I was just trying new dye, you’re quite skilled at fabricating stories, aren’t you?"

The dark purple juice swiftly neutralized the yellow-black medicinal juice, Chloe Callahan’s skin restored to glowing white visibly.

Even brighter than before.

Rhys Blackwood’s pupils constricted, watching Luna Sutton shake the berries in her hand, "Caleb Manning’s female suddenly appeared near The Salt Lake, I had to confirm if she was disguised."

Chloe Callahan just about to speak, her mouth suddenly stuffed with a berry.

Luna Sutton smiled sweetly, pressing her shoulder, "This berry can detoxify all poisons, sister quickly eat it, be careful not to choke. You still have aphrodisiac fruit residue after all."

All the talk about aphrodisiac fruit was just her fabricated.

Men all have a common flaw, they dislike women who are scheming and trying to calculate against them.

Rhys Blackwood suddenly retreated two steps, indeed smelling the faint sweet scent.

He darkened his face, the snake tail mercilessly swept at Chloe Callahan, tossing her against the rock wall and then rolling down.

Chloe Callahan awkwardly lay on the ground, grinning in pain, the berry in her mouth also fell out.

She looked up in terror, meeting Rhys Blackwood’s eyes cold enough to freeze.

"Aphrodisiac fruit?"

Rhys Blackwood’s voice was cold as a severe winter, vertical pupils dangerously narrowing, "You’ve got guts."

Chloe Callahan held her chest, face pale, frantically shook her head, "No, it’s not, I didn’t. She’s lying..."