"Countess Bartoli?!"
Meg, who had just opened the door, saw Camilla walking to the entrance of Mamy's and exclaimed in surprise. The black cat servant wrapped in a black robe was still standing behind her.
"Hmph, I didn't expect you to still remember me." Camilla smiled coldly.
"Those who can forget are probably the minority." Meg's gaze swept across her body. Her dark brown wavy hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her green eyes were so charming that they seemed to be able to speak, and her slightly sickly pale face contrasted with her red lips that were as red as blood.
She was wearing a tight-fitting black dress, revealing her snow-white and sexy cleavage. The high slit of the dress went all the way to her thighs, and her round and sexy snow-white long legs were a little dazzling.
It was indeed unforgettable for a vampire countess who had a queenly aura and a great figure.
"Is there anything the Countess wants?" Meg asked calmly.
"I said that I would visit you, and today I am here to fulfill my promise. Today I will eat you up." Camilla licked her red lips and smiled evilly, as if she was a she-wolf looking at a little lamb.
"Sorry, I refuse." Meg flipped the wooden sign hanging on the door and took a step back with a smile, "The restaurant is already closed, please come again next time.
Isn't it just a meal? Why does it sound so erotic coming from her mouth, and even make one faintly … look forward to it?
"Closed?" Camilla's eyes showed a trace of confusion, as if she didn't understand Meg's meaning.
"The restaurant is open until nine o 'clock in the morning, and it is already nine o' clock now, so we are no longer receiving customers." Meg could only explain.
Camilla thought for a moment and asked, "According to your rules, the one who pays for the meal is the customer, right?"
"You can say that."
"That's good, if I don't pay today, then I am not a customer." Camilla nodded and walked past Meg, pushing open the door of the restaurant and walking in.
"It sounds reasonable, but there seems to be something wrong?" Meg stared blankly. Isn't this a scoundrel? If it had been an ugly girl, the anti-aircraft missiles would have been aimed at her.
But even if the anti-aircraft weapon was aimed at her, it was useless. This vampire countess had the strength of a level-nine vampire. The S-class anti-aircraft missile that could launch a fatal blow on a level-seven target was still somewhat insufficient in front of her.
Shirley and the others, who were cleaning up, were surprised to see Camilla walk in. During the break, Meg wouldn't let any guests in.
Shirley was even more alarmed. She felt a dangerous aura from Camilla. This sexy woman should be a demon, a demon that was even stronger than her.
"Countess Bartoli, what are you doing …" Meg said helplessly as he followed her in.
Camilla had already sat down in front of a clean table. She elegantly crossed her legs and looked at Meg. "I want the same breakfast as Miss Gloria. If you don't have it, then I can only eat you this morning."
So she's here for Miss Gloria. Could it be that she has something to do with Miss Gloria's poor complexion this morning? Meg thought. Camilla had warned him once for Gloria's chuunibyou attitude, and this time, she asked for the same breakfast as Gloria. There was probably some connection between them.
"Countess Bartoli, is she here to cause trouble?" Elizabeth looked at Camilla from the corner. This vampire could be considered a legend among women, so she knew something about her. But she didn't expect to meet her here.
Meg thought for a while in his heart, but still shook his head, and said in a firm tone, "The restaurant's business hours are over. The restaurant no longer provides food. Also, only 300 servings of tofu pudding are sold out this morning. If Countess Bartoli wants to experience the same breakfast as Miss Gloria, please come to the restaurant earlier tomorrow to line up. "
"Is there really nothing else?" Camilla stared into Meg's eyes.
"No." Mag nodded calmly. If this countess really wanted to cause trouble, then he would have to ask Urien for help. In any case, he hadn't used his member's off-site request for help yet, so he had a legitimate reason to do so.
No, if I directly make a move, Miss Gloria will definitely find out. Then, my image will definitely become very boorish in her heart. This is very detrimental to my image. Camilla looked at Meg, and also thought silently in her heart, But looking at this face, why do I feel like he needs to be taught a lesson? I really want to tie him up, whip him, and drip wax on him to let him know how powerful I am.
"Alright, then I'll come again at noon." Camilla stood up, glanced at Elizabeth in the corner, and then looked at Shirley and the rest. Her eyes lit up slightly, and she looked at Meg, saying, "This is your harem?"
"They are all waitresses in the restaurant." Meg shrugged.
"Ha, do you think I'll believe this kind of nonsense?" Camilla curled her lips in disdain, and walked straight to the door. "Sure enough, men are all pigs. None of them are good. I will definitely not let the kind Miss Gloria fall into your trap."
Meg: "…"
In the restaurant, the girls looked at Meg silently, and their expressions seemed to become a little complicated.
"Isn't this deliberately destroying the harmonious and friendly atmosphere in our restaurant?!" Meg wanted to curse, but looking at the pure eyes of the girls, he didn't know how to explain or refute.
"Harem? What's that? What did that big sister's words mean? Should I tell Amy? "Anna was deep in thought, and also a little conflicted.
…
"Madam, from Miss Gloria's expression when she walked out of the restaurant, the person who has a firm grip on her stomach should be the owner of this restaurant. What should we do now? Should we get rid of him? "Black Cat asked softly.
"Isn't he just a pig trotter? I want to put him here, so that Miss Gloria will know who is the one who can really bring her happiness. I don't care about getting rid of a competitor. That would make me look weak. What I want is to crush him directly. "Camilla shook her head, and her slightly raised chin was full of pride and confidence.
"If we just secretly give him rabbit blood every day, I think we'll be crushed every day …" Black Cat muttered.
"What did you say?"
"I mean … the sun is very round today …"
"Nonsense! Has your sun ever been flat? "
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