The Girl Who Reincarnated as a Vampire Heiress

"Damn, what a crappy wardrobe. I'm getting crushed in here."

"That's what you get for eating so much. Now you have the nerve to complain about the wardrobe being too small."

"It really is! Can't you see the marks pressed into my face?"

When they came out, they looked handsome, but each of their faces was in quite a mess.

Only Chloe was still relatively fine.

Daniel emerged from the back row and approached the werewolf, his eyes flickering:

"Well, well, is this the captive you caught?"

"What captive? That sounds so unpleasant," Chloe said nonchalantly. "This is clearly a friend I've decided to keep around."

Daniel laughed, "Fine, if you say it's a friend, then it's a friend."

Qin Huaibei chimed in from behind, "Your friend is our friend."

Their words sounded noble, but the "friend" in question was trembling in fear.

Who would call someone a friend while holding a dagger to their body?

Who indeed!

The werewolf, however, didn't dare to voice his anger. He was cursing inwardly but showed no sign of it outwardly.

Later, he even crouched down on the ground, not daring to move an inch.

Qin Huaibei and Daniel exchanged glances, then following Chloe's lead, they half-squatted down. Qin grabbed the werewolf's chin, forcing him to look up, and spoke coldly:

"Speak up. What are you doing here?"

The werewolf trembled, "... The... the teacher called us here. Said it was to... to get us used to the feeling of being in experiments."

Hearing this, Chloe found it strange, "Your Brut Military Academy does this kind of thing? Aren't you military cadets? Why are you doing biological experiments?"

The werewolf shook his head so hard it almost became a rattle, "I don't know, I really don't know! Please let me go, I'm begging you!"

Katherine coldly watched him crouching on the ground, shedding tears like pearls. She found his crying annoying:

"Wail one more time, and I'll rip out your tongue."

Hearing this, the werewolf indeed didn't dare to move anymore.

He covered his mouth, not making a sound.

Only his eyes were still brimming with tears, on the verge of falling.

Chloe scrutinized him for a moment, thinking this person looked quite handsome.

The moment this thought crossed her mind, Anderson appeared out of nowhere, standing between them.

Chloe was startled, "? What are you doing?"

Anderson, "... Nothing, just have some questions to ask."

"Oh, go ahead then," Chloe said generously.

Anderson was silent for a moment, making sure that with him there, Chloe wouldn't see the werewolf's face. Then he lowered his gaze to look at the crying werewolf, his emerald eyes exceptionally cold:

"What year are you in at Brut Military Academy?"

The werewolf held up three fingers, "Th... third year."

Third year, not particularly old or young.

However, this guy was quite burly.

Anderson continued, "When you first enrolled, had the school already started organizing you to come here for experiments?"

The werewolf trembled as he thought for a while, then finally said:

"Yes, but at first it wasn't at Pahol Palace, but at a research institute in the city."

"But later the institute was burned down, so we moved here."

Who would have thought the Werewolf Race was so fond of academics?

Chloe raised an eyebrow slightly, pushed Anderson aside, and looked directly at the werewolf in front of her:

"Did the school say what kind of experiments you would be doing?"

"No," the werewolf shook his head repeatedly.

He hesitated for a moment, then added, "But the instructors all said that if we couldn't become officers in the future, we could find a way out in the laboratory."

Laboratory?

Chloe found this strange.

Hold on, what kind of military academy graduate would seek a career in a laboratory?

Is Brut Military Academy so considerate that they even arrange jobs after graduation?

Based on Chloe's limited understanding of the Werewolf Race's nature, they probably wouldn't be this humane.

So they must have some ulterior motive.

Simultaneously, they all thought of what was written in the diary.

Chloe pursed her lips slightly, then raised her leg and kicked the crouching werewolf to his feet.

The werewolf nearly lost his balance, stumbling forward several steps.

Chloe spoke coolly:

"Go back now, and keep your wits about you. If you dare to reveal anything about today..."

She paused, her dark red eyes narrowing slightly, like a high-level predator eyeing its trapped prey:

"No matter where you are, I can drag you out and teach you a good lesson."

Behind Chloe stood four equally cold-faced, intimidating... subordinates?

The werewolf didn't dare to think further. He shrank his neck and crawled out through the window.

Seeing him leave, Chloe extended her senses, confirming there was no one outside before unlocking the door and walking out.

Daniel and the others followed behind her.

After a while, Katherine asked:

"Are you sure it's okay to let him go like that... What if he spills everything about today?"

"What else can we do?" Chloe said carelessly, "Let the Werewolf Race come and confront me face to face."

The daughter continued walking forward nonchalantly: "Whoever doesn't dare to show up is a coward."

"After all, I have a powerful dad."

At this point, the people behind her couldn't help but laugh.

Yes, yes, yes, their young mistress had a strong background, with a formidable father who wasn't afraid of anyone causing trouble.

They chatted and laughed, following Chloe without much thought.

If Chloe went east, they went east; if Chloe went west, they went west. If one day Chloe sold them out, they'd probably still be counting money for her.

Of course, the noble young lady would never stoop to do such a thing.

She extended her senses and soon found her formidable father.

Unsurprisingly, he should be in the Werewolf King's office.

With Benny's foul mouth, her dad would surely be bullied.

Chloe felt that as daddy's one and only precious baby, she naturally needed to make a stunning entrance before them, then heroically rescue Xavier, who was probably being roasted over a fire.

She'd put on a show of verbal sparring against the group.

Just thinking about it made Chloe full of confidence.

However, when she arrived outside the office and just pushed the door open a crack, she heard her father's highly recognizable voice:

"I think you must have misunderstood something. I didn't come here to listen to your foul mouth spouting big words. What I need is concrete evidence and effective assistance. If you insist on being so disrespectful to me, I can guarantee the entire Werewolf Race won't have a good outcome."

"I shouldn't need to remind you again how vast the power gap is between the Vampire and Werewolf Race, should I?"

"After all, since the old Marshal passed away, your usable leadership team has been in decline. Those you've sent out are all incompetent fat cats. If a real fight breaks out, he'd probably be the first to fall off his horse."

Xavier tilted his head slightly, his dark red eyes full of interest:

"So, are you sure you still want to bare those yellow teeth at me that haven't been brushed in thirty-five days?"

Benny shut his mouth with a "whoosh."