Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 522 The Wilting Rose Lady

--House Castolica--

It was a small manor seated on a lone, picturesque hill on the outskirts of Riverwhale City.

They didn't mind that their husbands were drinking whisky and alcohol alone in their offices. Cry it out, sweat it out and release all your sadness quickly so you can finally return to your senses. How can 1 woman control over 2 thousand men, her alone? Just how did she do it? Sure enough, she was a vixen who only knew how to seduce married men. Of course, the women checked on their husbands from time to time, making sure they didn't overdose on drinking. After all, too much of anything is never good, be it too much sugar, too much alcohol or even having too much adult gymnastics.

Hooray! Hooray! The b**ch is dead! Many of these women had long formed a club, and now knew each other, finding solace in each other's company after knowing their husbands all lusted after the same woman. Hah!! The vixen was gone, gone from their lives forever. All the women were celebrating as though it was their birthday. At the same time, many secretly gripped their sons hard, making them promise to have nothing to do with the vixen's daughter. Can you imagine how they would feel if both their husbands and sons lusted after the same mother and daughter? The thought alone was enough to evoke suicidal thoughts from them. It's said that the mysterious daughter who has also kept her face hidden all this while, will finally reveal her appearance in a ball she was about to host in 3 weeks.

Heh. Many swore to hold their sons, refusing them to go to the ball. Who knows if the vixen's daughter would use the same tricks on their sons?

And so many families also knew of the legend of the Wilting Rose Lady, a woman who could entice thousands of men all at once. Although many sons felt they couldn't be as stupid as their fathers, they still secretly made up their minds to go to the ball and see just how beautiful the woman's daughter would be. Like so, many knew this lone manor on the hill was occupied by the wilting lady's daughter who would soon hold a ball, 2 and a half weeks from now. No one except for those in the manor, had ever seen how the young lady looked like. Surprisingly enough, no matter how they browsed these servants, none of them ever betrayed the young lady by secretly taking pictures for the press. Many men said she must be as gentle and soft as her mother. But right now, the girl who was supposed to be soft had awoken with a cold and murderous glint in her eye. "Who is it?"