The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven) novel Chapter 425

Chapter 425 Using Beauty As Bait

Chapter 425 Using Beauty As Bait

The moment Henry finished speaking, the little boy standing beside Raven suddenly froze.

He tilted his head up, blinking his big, sparkling eyes at Henry.

Meanwhile, Raven remained calm and unbothered by Henry’s sudden confession.

She replied flatly, “I already have a boyfriend.”

Henry was momentarily stunned by her response.

But he quickly rationalized it–of course, a breathtaking woman like Raven wouldn’t be single.

Still, he couldn’t believe her so–called boyfriend could possibly outshine him, a man on the verge of becoming the next head of Lunshire.

After a brief pause, he asked Raven, “What does your boyfriend do?”

Raven had already rejected him and clearly had no intention of entertaining him further.

She merely said, “Does it matter? He’s better than you in every way–looks included. Sorry, I’m not interested in you. I’ve got things to do, so don’t bother seeing me out.”

Raven didn’t spare Henry another glance and simply took Benedict’s hand, walking off into the distance.

The little boy, hearing Raven’s words, shifted his gaze away from Henry as well.

As he lowered his head, a faint frown crept onto his delicate face. He wondered, ‘Mom already has a boyfriend?

‘But didn’t the uncles say Mom came here to find some random guy?

‘Could it be that… he’s the boyfriend Mom was talking about?‘

As Benedict’s face grew increasingly troubled, Raven suddenly realized that Cassian hadn’t contacted her since he went to Vyrdenia’s border to investigate something related to the Sunset Empire.

Without hesitation, she pulled out her custom–made phone and dialed Cassian’s number.

Meanwhile, not far away in the outskirts, at the heart of a massive laboratory, a man with godlike features leaned weakly against the corner wall, his breaths so faint they were almost imperceptible.

His body was riddled with wounds, and his once–pristine white clothes were now soaked in deep crimson.

Around him, the lifeless bodies of seven or eight lab technicians lay sprawled in grotesque positions.

One technician, who had just tried to draw the man’s blood, was writhing on the ground in agony, a blood–drawing needle grotesquely embedded in his left eye.

He desperately spoke to the monitor, “Mayday, mayday! Monitoring room, this is the core lab. The experimental subject is out of control! Core lab needs reinforcements!”

Alarms shrieked, screams echoed, and the lab descended into utter chaos–a scene straight out of hell.