Read Novel Full Chapter 229: Mixed Signal
Chapter 229: Mixed Signal
When Seamus opened the door, Bianca stood right in front of him, looking utterly panicked. She froze as if she had seen a ghost, eyes widening and mouth falling open.
"You were inside the orphanage this whole time?" she burst out.
"I swear I searched every nook and cranny of this place and you were nowhere. Where the hell did you suddenly come from?"
She turned sharply and looked into the room behind him. As expected, it was completely normal.
"Never mind," Bianca muttered. "Come on. Fleur has been waiting."
She turned and started walking ahead immediately, her pace fast and her mood clearly foul.
Seamus followed, unable to stop himself from asking, "Has she been waiting long? Sorry, I lost track of time."
"She just arrived," Bianca replied without slowing down.
Seamus lifted a brow. "You’re kidding. Then why were you searching for me like a madwoman?"
"Isn’t it obvious?" she snapped.
"You disappeared for a whole day, and I know damn well it takes you two days when you’re busy having sex. I wasn’t about to wait for that to end."
She sighed sharply. "I really can’t trust you at all."
"Well, sorry," Seamus said flatly. "But you don’t have to chase me down. I won’t run away. I’m not my father."
Bianca stopped walking.
She didn’t turn around immediately. When she finally spoke, her voice was firm. "Your father isn’t that kind of man either. After everything he’s done for you, show some respect."
Seamus narrowed his eyes. "You mean the deadbeat, drunk, gambling father?"
"He wasn’t a drunkard," Bianca said.
"That core inside his heart changed him. His habits. Even his personality, to a degree."
She looked toward the window, where snow drifted quietly outside. "There’s a reason you were able to live peacefully and unaware for eighteen years—"
"Shut up."
Seamus cut her off coldly.
"Peaceful?" He let out a bitter laugh.
"I had to raise myself. I worked from a young age just to stay in school and stay alive. That wasn’t peace."
His voice hardened. "And whatever unfinished business he left behind is coming back to bite me now, in the worst possible way."
He shook his head. "He did nothing for me. Andrew is a loser."
That was enough. Seamus walked ahead toward the foyer, leaving Bianca behind.
He didn’t know exactly what kind of relationship Bianca had with Andrew, but he knew it was more than professional.
Still, that didn’t give her the right to judge his life or paint his father as something noble in front of him.
"What a douche," he muttered under his breath.
As he descended the stairs, he spotted Fleur standing there with a suitcase in hand, looking as though she had just arrived.
’Another sour expression,’ he thought with a quiet sigh.
Between Bianca’s judgment and Fleur’s obvious displeasure at seeing him, his already strained mood only worsened.
"My liege said you have Mark Addams," Fleur said, her tone sharpening as her posture straightened. "Where is he?"
"Mark Addams?" Seamus repeated, frowning.
"Not Latros?"
"That man was never truly part of House Latros," Fleur replied, crossing her arms.
"There’s plenty of evidence that he worked with them, but only to a certain extent."
"And?" Seamus pressed, still unsure where she was going with this.
"He’s also listed as a missing person and a wanted criminal," Fleur continued.
"He led a small group within Caduceus called the Society of Red. They kidnapped and killed vampire hunters, using them as test subjects for experiments we still don’t fully understand."
She tapped her boot lightly against the floor, thinking. "Mark Addams always sent mixed signals. That’s why I wanted to speak to him directly."
Seamus narrowed his eyes. "Don’t tell me. He gave you useful information too."
Fleur blinked. "How did you know?"
"Because he did the same thing here," Seamus replied.
He explained everything about Dylan’s sudden growth and how Mark had helped Diane evolve.
Fleur listened carefully, her expression shifting into something close to fascination. "That makes him... very interesting."
She paused. "Do you think he did all this knowing that even with the information, we still wouldn’t be able to defeat Latros?"
Seamus froze for a moment. That thought had never crossed his mind. What if Mark had done everything out of arrogance, believing the outcome was already decided?
Fleur straightened. "Enough speculation. Where is he now? I can’t stay here long. Only Delilah and Aconite are present on my side, and as for Isolde... I don’t trust her yet."
"That’s a wise decision," Seamus nodded.
"He’s inside my Labyrinth of Dream. Let’s gather everyone first. I’m sure they all have questions."
"Agreed." Fleur hesitated, then added quietly, "I also wanted to drink your blood as payment for this. But... no sex, right?"
Seamus laughed. "What’s wrong with sex? Are you a virgin? Viviane and Diane were virgins too—"
"No!" Fleur cut him off immediately, her face flushing red. "It’s just... I can’t get in the mood unless I actually love the person."
She cleared her throat quickly, trying to regain composure. "Helping you this time is enough."
Seamus smirked. "But we’d both benefit from opening Mark Addams’s brain. You evolve from my blood, and that’s it? That doesn’t feel very fair to me."
Her face was drained of color. "No. Ugh. Absolutely not."
Before he could say more, Bianca appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Fleur immediately hurried toward her, clearly retreating.
"Tell him to show Mark to us," Fleur blurted out.
Bianca blinked. "Yeah? He will?"
Seamus laughed openly. It was hard to believe someone of Fleur’s rank within the Seven Great Covenants could flee from him so easily just because of her innocent views on sex.
"Of course," he said, finally answering. "Call everyone first. We’ll do it properly."
He flashed Fleur a smug smile. She flinched and turned away.
’This is fun,’ he thought.
His mood was getting better knowing he knew how to tackle Fleur and on top of that, he would finally have access to her power without asking her first.
’Yeah, I’m just going to tease her more.’