Chapter 427: Warning

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The Qi message streaked away at once, a faint silver thread of energy cutting cleanly through the night.

Camilla tracked it with her divine sense, watching the strand race across districts, over rooftops and streets, until it slipped into the cabin of the Lamborghini. The entire distance cost her almost nothing; her sense still blanketed the city as casually as a human might glance across a room.

Through that same sense she felt the moment the message reached him. Stan’s posture shifted only slightly, shoulders easing, a quiet acknowledgment registering in the way he held the wheel. A small smirk touched his mouth, brief and private, before he simply continued driving. The car’s engine remained a low, steady purr against the nighttime streets. No dramatic reaction. No pause. Only the calm acceptance of someone who had expected her reply.

Camilla’s lips curved in mild satisfaction. He had understood so quickly. The curiosity about his true cultivation lingered, quiet and persistent. How deeply was he hiding himself? And why? She let the questions rest without urgency.

A few strands of white hair brushed across her cheek as the breeze shifted. The faint glow in her crimson eyes deepened while she kept her divine sense focused. Below her the city moved in restless patterns of light and motion; above it she stood still, elegant and unhurried, an ancient presence wrapped in ordinary clothes.

She continued watching. After a short while the Lamborghini slowed.

Stan guided it to a smooth stop beside a brightly lit shop whose glowing displays spilled white and blue light onto the sidewalk, an electronics store, shelves of phones and screens visible even from this distance.

He parked with casual confidence, the same purposeful ease that marked every movement she had observed so far.

Camilla remained on the balcony, red eyes thoughtful, and waited to see what he would do next.

The sun had only just slipped below the horizon, leaving the sky in a wash of soft twilight, deep amber fading into muted violet.

Streetlights flickered on one by one as Stan parked the Lamborghini and stepped out. He remembered Camilla’s request and shook his head once, a faint, private smile touching his mouth at how strange his life had become.

The phone shop was modern and brightly lit, glass walls glowing against the early evening. Cool air and the faint scent of new electronics met him as he walked inside.

The attendant spotted him immediately.

She was young and strikingly attractive with smooth features, full breasts that filled the front of her fitted uniform shirt, a slim waist, rounded hips, and a noticeably soft, well-shaped ass that the pencil skirt did little to hide. Recognition flashed across her face, followed by calculation. She was active on social media.

She knew exactly who he was: the wealthy young man with the Lamborghini and the growing name. Getting close to him could change everything. She couldn’t miss this chance to get

She approached with a bright, eager smile.

"You’re Stan..."

He raised an eyebrow. "You know me?"

"How can I not know you? You’re very famous... So which phone do you plan to buy?"

She didn’t wait for a real answer. She began moving through the displays with deliberate, sensual purpose, hips swaying more than necessary, back arching as she reached for phones on the higher shelves, leaning in closer than the conversation required so he could catch the warm trail of her perfume and the shape of her body. Her voice stayed light and inviting as she suggested models.

"The Samsung 20 Pro is excellent if you want reliability. Or the LuminaTech Eclipse if you prefer something sleeker. The ApexOne Vantage has the best battery, but this iPhone 20..." She picked up a slim, dark device and turned it slowly in her hands. "This one is really good... especially the camera."

Without waiting for permission she stepped backward into him.

The contact was immediate and unmistakable. The soft, warm pressure of her plump ass pressed firmly against his crotch, her body molding to his for a brief, bold moment. Heat radiated through the thin fabric of her skirt.

She tilted her head back so it rested against his shoulder and lifted the phone, snapping a quick selfie of the two of them. As she settled against him her hips gave a small, deliberate grind, casual and confident, as if the intimacy were the most natural thing in the world.

Stan stiffened slightly. He was just about to tell her to step away.

High on her distant balcony, Camilla watched the entire exchange through her divine sense. The moment the attendant pressed herself against Stan, Camilla’s expression darkened into a frown.

She gathered a thin strand of Qi, laced it with a thread of killing intent, and sent it straight into the woman’s mind.

’Do you know I’ll kill you now if you keep doing that...’

The cold voice resounded inside the attendant’s head.

The woman froze in place, body still pressed against Stan. As an ordinary human she did not understand what killing intent was, but the overwhelming, primal fear it carried wiped every flirtatious thought from her mind in an instant.

Camilla had no real intention of killing her, the contract with Stan forbade harming humans, especially ordinary humans, but since Stan did not know this woman, a small threat felt acceptable. She realised she couldn’t stand Stan getting more girls, the feeling have always been there, yesterday night when he fucked Maya and Sophie, that jealousy grew, but she the mixed emotion of that and her pride as a vampire made things more complicated.

At this point, Stan having fun with his harem was endurable, but him getting new girls, she just couldn’t be okay with that...

Anyways the attendant feeling the killing intent and Camilla’s cold voice resounding in her mind, stiffened and quickly stepped away, then as if a switch was turned off, she became a purely professional shop worker.

The sway in her hips vanished. She no longer leaned in.

Stan had sensed the Qi message the moment it arrived. He frowned slightly, wondering what exactly Camilla had said.

He was not upset. As long as no one was actually hurt, he was fine with it. And the lady would just be rattled thinking she was just imagining things, this method was actually good...

A small, knowing smile touched his lips at the abrupt and almost comical shift in the woman’s attitude and composure.

Now subdued and slightly pale, she simply handed him the phone he had already decided on, the Samsung 20 Pro. Reliable, strong performance, straightforward interface. Easy enough for Camilla to learn. He paid without further conversation and walked out of the shop.

The attendant stared at his departing back and shivered, still feeling the residual chill of that cold voice. She whispered to herself, uncertain:

"What was that... was it my imagination?"