Chapter 748: Celebrity in Dragon’s Lair
[I forgave you back then. You can make up for that ’mistake’ by looking after her. However, if you harm her again, rest assured you’ll loathe your parents for ever bringing you into this world and, in this lifetime, where I am in it.]
Dragon’s parting remarks to Deborah lingered in her mind even after he left. She discreetly followed him, only to witness Hera and Dragon having a romantic dinner in the garden. As Deborah stood in the dark corner of the garden, she couldn’t help but remember his words from that time.
"I don’t need to harm her again to loathe myself for letting you into my life," she muttered to herself, her eyes flickering with malice. "I should’ve known I was signing my soul to the devil."
Her eyes gleamed once more as she slowly shifted her gaze to the woman across from Dragon. From Deborah’s vantage point, she could see Hera’s blushing face, while she could only see Dragon’s back. However, she didn’t need to see Dragon’s expression since judging him solely based on appearances would be unwise.
"If she miraculously regained her memories, I’m pretty sure she would wish to sink into the ground for acting this way." She shook her head, no longer surprised by Hera’s current attitude.
Deborah had never met Hera in the past. If she had, Hera would have likely sought her demise, as Hera preferred people to remember her face as their last memory before sending them off to hell. Nonetheless, Deborah had heard many stories about Hera. Besides the common knowledge about her, Dragon used to talk about her whenever he got the chance. Therefore, she had a general idea of how fearsome Hera Cruel was.
Hera was the prime example of how equality should reign in the underground for all genders. Despite being a woman, even the most ruthless and twisted dons in the underground either feared or were wary of her. During her prime, Deborah never heard anyone refer to her as just a woman. They mockingly bestowed her with different titles, but only foolish individuals saw Hera as a mere woman they could dominate.
But now, here she was, blushing at whatever sweet nothings Dragon was whispering. Consequently, Deborah, who had attempted to kill Hera a few years back, felt disappointed by this version of Hera.
"I surely have some terrible luck," she murmured as she turned on her heel to leave, having had enough of the beautiful yet deceptive scene she was observing. "First, I met Dragon, and my life began to spiral out of control. And now, this. The once-revered queen of the underground is nothing but a fool, a regular woman who would naively fall for a man’s sweet talk."