Chapter 273: Her Luck Never Worked Against Him.

'The name Satan suits him better than Hunter.' 

Hera thought in displeasure as he seemed like he was out to hunt someone's soul. Dressed in loose black sweatpants paired with a black pullover sweatshirt with a hood and a baseball cap on his head, Hunter looked sinister in all black and black.

'Black like his cold heart and dark soul which doesn't give a damn about anyone's feelings.'

Hera scowled, giving him a once-over through her narrowed slits, unimpressed and pretending to be unbothered. 

His eyes seemed cold and distant, staring down at her in disapproval. The anger was evident in the purple orbs, and the scowl on his handsome face intensified, brows drew together in a deep frown. However, what irked Hera the most was the figure peeking from behind. 

Bianca tilted her head and smiled sweetly, but it seemed more like mocking as her lashes fluttered like butterfly wings.