Operation Red Book

Dorian twitched his lips. He saw the worry and concern on Mrs. Emerson's face, and heard the trembling and loss in Andrew's voice.

He didn't know what to say. To be exact, he didn't even dare to breathe. He had only seen such a tense atmosphere during the Hell Judgment.

But it is also a little different. After all, the demons and evil spirits in hell all have their own ulterior motives and would like the people next to them to be strangled to death by a poisonous snake that suddenly falls.

"Ma'am, have you decided to end your meal?"

The head maid suddenly spoke up, ending the suffocating atmosphere.

She picked up the silver fork that the lady had placed aside and handed it to the lady. She did it in one go, as if she had prepared it in advance.

Suddenly, the clouds of worry on the lady's face disappeared. She slowly exhaled, the corners of her mouth raised, and her eyes were full of helplessness and joy.

"Andrew, could you please wait a moment?" The lady's tone was gentle and kind.

Andrew stopped at the sound, but he did not turn around.

The lady turned the silver fork in her hand, put the whole piece of fish into her mouth, closed her eyes and savored it carefully.

"Um……"

Madam gave a signal of satisfaction, and Andrew's back slowly straightened.

"Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, melts in your mouth... The cod is very refreshing and cooked to perfection... Is it the kind of pepper and salt that I like? It goes really well with French yellow mustard... Oh, Andrew!"

The lady smiled, and her eyes lit up with surprise and admiration.

"You really made it! Mom is so happy... Hahaha, you know, I have been wanting to eat this for more than ten years."

Andrew turned around in disbelief, and Dorian saw the moisture in his tear troughs and the gleam under his beard.

"Mom, you mean, you want to eat the food I cook?" His voice was already covered with a thick nasal tone.

"Of course! I thought about it before, and I still think about it now. How could I not know that you care so much about me?"

The lady smiled even wider, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes looked like a twisting fish tail.

"You did a great job! Andrew, Mom is very happy to eat the food you cooked, and it's so delicious!"

“Oh, Mom!”

Andrew finally grinned and walked quickly towards Mrs. Emerson. The mother and son hugged each other, and the scene looked very warm.

Looking at the mother and son crying with joy, Dorian could not laugh. He felt a little dazed and could not tell what he felt.

Through the figures, one white and one black, he seemed to see two other people, two people from a long, long time ago.

The one in white has long curly bright red hair, while the one in black has thick short dark red hair.

The man in black clothes was smaller, and looked to be about four or five years old. He was hugged by the man in white clothes, and was crying loudly.

The woman in white patted the child's back with one hand and raised the other hand high.

In her hand, she was holding a short knife made of bones. The tip was sharp like a cobra's fang, flashing a cold light.

The afterimage lasted only a moment and disappeared in the blink of an eye, but Dorian could not forget the scene of that moment.

An inexplicable sadness surged into his heart and he inexplicably felt like crying.

The embracing mother and son seemed extremely dazzling to him. Dorian's eyes were blurred and the bright sunshine turned blood red. The young master's skin was about to be torn off and the ferocious demon was about to break out of the ground.

"Madam, the Marchioness and Miss Baxter are here. Would you like to have afternoon tea together?"

Claire's voice sounded from a distance, getting louder, closer, and clearer.

Dorian's sanity slowly returned, the blood red and blurriness in front of his eyes gradually faded, and he found that Claire had stood in front of him without him knowing.

Dorian felt a sharp pain in his palm, and he shuddered all over, completely waking up.

He looked down at his palms, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Five nail marks were neatly arranged on the palm of the hand, some of which had already seeped dark red blood.

He licked his dry lips and sat back hastily.

His eyes must have turned red, and he just hoped that the horns on his head only had a tip.

"Mom! Fiona is here! I'm going to make her some fried pork chops!"

Andrew's excited voice made Dorian feel relieved temporarily.

But there was silence all around, and the stone that had been put down with great difficulty was hung up again.

"Dorian..."

The lady did not respond to Andrew's words. Her voice was a little hoarse and trembling.

"No, don't do that!"

Dorian roared in his heart, the cold sweat on his head increased, his eyes widened unconsciously, and his breathing became rapid.

"There shouldn't be fried pork chops for afternoon tea. Let's put it in the evening. I'll go make cakes for you and Miss Fiona! Goodbye, mother, see you in the afternoon!"

Andrew didn't notice anything unusual. He kissed his wife's forehead, turned around and ran out of the restaurant. His back looked like a black bear.

"Dorian..."

The lady's voice became even hoarseer, she seemed a little exhausted, and her eyes showed despair and sadness.

Dorian's heart was about to jump out of her body. She saw the devil's form in the lady's appearance.

Is the human's undercover career coming to an end today? Dorian swallowed, his mouth had already dried up from nervousness, but he couldn't care less.

"Hy..."

The lady kept mumbling to herself, her face was livid, and the hand she stretched out to Dorian was trembling slightly, as if she was about to collapse.

Dorian's pupils trembled. He wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be stuck with glue and he couldn't make any sound.

"How should I explain? Maybe there's no need to explain. I can just kill them all and frame Samael..."

Dorian pretended to be calm, but kept calculating in his mind.

Mrs. Emerson's hand slowly moved closer, and a ball of blue flame rose from the palm of Dorian's right hand, burning fiercely.

"Dorian..."

The lady's voice was hoarse, tears were in her eyes, and her expression was very painful.

"Mother, I'm sorry... huh?"

At the critical moment, the lady's hand passed over Dorian and grabbed the glass of white wine.

"Woo——"

The lady uttered an unpleasant sob and drank the whole drink before she could even sit down.

A drop of leaked wine flowed down the corner of her mouth and was rolled into her mouth by the lady's tongue before it reached her jaw.

"Ahem - Thanks, ine..."

Mrs. Emerson smacked her lips twice, frowned, and turned her eyes to the plate of fish and chips that Andrew brought.

"Claire, just throw it away, it's too salty. And...what did Andrew say? He's going to make a cake, no no no! Send someone to follow him! I don't want to eat cream made from soap."

It turns out it wasn’t why but wine. It was really a false alarm.

Dorian breathed a sigh of relief. At least his wife didn't see it, so he put away the flame in his hand with confidence.

"Okay, ma'am."

Claire's voice sounded in front of Dorian, very slowly, trembling and hesitant.

Dorian's heart was filled with anxiety again. He suddenly looked at Claire who was standing beside his wife, and happened to meet her eyes filled with complicated emotions.

"It's over, it's really over now... How should I explain it? How should I make up a lie... I might as well just kill them all. Anyway, I can use Samael to shirk the responsibility..."