Chapitre 175: A Beast Having A Migraine

Everyone waited for the person whose been clouded by the dark to emerged fully to the light, even Darryl halted what he was doing wondering who dared to delay him.

Just then, the face of the Montreal's youngest sire welcomed everyone. He was smiling brightly giving away his happy go lucky behaviour and he kept his two hands inside his jean's pocket—a gesture of coming clean of what was happening, as if saying he has nothing to do with any inch of it.

"Hello everyone!" he said brightly ignoring the tension that was filling up the place.

"Is that the Youngest Montreal?" Someone whispered and some of them were thrilled to have seen him. But Darryl wasn't. Just when he saw his face, he ran toward him and caught the hem of his polo and the view of the Lagdameo heir almost choking the Ziggorioh heir had everyone gasping for breath.