196: Chapter 196 A European Princess Joins the Fun Too?

Chen Yuan casually grabbed his custom-made suit jacket draped over an oak barrel.

He slowly and methodically draped the jacket over his shoulders.

The broad suit covered the wrinkles left on his shirt from the passionate entanglement moments ago.

The lingering, ambiguous atmosphere in the wine cellar vanished instantly.

It was torn to shreds by the cold Killing Intent that suddenly congealed in the depths of his eyes.

“Let’s go, Isabella.”

Chen Yuan's leather shoes made crisp echoes as they stepped on the damp stone floor.

“Let’s see who else on this old European soil dares to break into my home single-handedly.”

Isabella took a deep breath.

A flash of extreme annoyance at having her fun interrupted flickered in her crimson eyes.

However, she still obediently smoothed out her burgundy silk dress and followed closely behind Chen Yuan.

She was like an elegant black cat that had retracted its claws.

The two passed through the dark corridor and took the elevator directly to the luxurious main hall on the first floor of the manor.

At this time, the hall was brightly lit.

Over a dozen fully armed members of the Night Walker Guard, with their optical camouflage activated, lurked in the shadows like ghosts.

With just a single glance from Chen Yuan, they could tear any intruder into a bloody mist.

“Boss, there is only one person outside the door.”

The Red Queen's mechanical voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying a rare hint of confusion.

“They are not carrying any weapons, and no explosives or biological toxins have been detected.”

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow.

Just one person?

This actually made him feel a bit interested.

At this tense juncture, those old European financial magnates couldn't hide from him fast enough.

Who would be so blind as to take the initiative to come to his door as a target?

“Open the door.”

Chen Yuan walked to the center of the hall and sat on a sofa covered in polar bear fur.

He crossed his legs lazily, looking like a tyrant waiting for his subjects to seek an audience.

“Clang—”

Accompanied by the heavy sound of mechanical friction, the manor's twenty-centimeter-thick bulletproof door slowly slid open to both sides.

Outside was the continuous drizzle characteristic of the Bordeaux region.

The cold wind swirled fine rain into the hall, bringing a desolate chill.

There were no fully armed top-tier assassins as expected.

Nor were there any red-eyed death soldiers from financial magnates seeking revenge.

In the wind and rain of the night, there stood only a tall woman.

She wore a low-key khaki double-breasted trench coat.

A pair of black sunglasses covered nearly half of her face.

She wasn't even holding an umbrella.

Rainwater dripped from her long blonde hair, splashing onto the marble floor.

The woman stood quietly at the entrance.

She looked at the terrifying, battle-ready array in the hall and at the Eastern man with the horrifying aura sitting in the main seat.

Her body trembled imperceptibly.

But she did not retreat.

Instead, she stepped forward in her rain-soaked high heels, walking step by step into this manor known to the outside world as the 'Devil's Den.'

“To be able to cut into the internal channel under the Red Queen's nose.”

Chen Yuan leaned back on the sofa, his eyes playfully sizing up this uninvited guest.

“Young Miss, your hacking skills are much more stunning than your fashion sense.”

The woman stopped three meters in front of Chen Yuan.

That was the absolute safe distance the Night Walker Guard allowed a stranger to approach.

She took a deep breath.

She seemed to be trying her best to calm the violent turmoil in her heart.

Then, she slowly raised her hand and removed the oversized sunglasses masking her face.

An exquisite and highly recognizable face was instantly exposed under the brilliant crystal chandeliers.

Her features were deep and three-dimensional, possessing a suffocating classical beauty.

Isabella stood behind Chen Yuan.

The moment she saw that face clearly, her crimson eyes snapped to the size of pinpricks.

“Your Highness Helena?”

Isabella blurted out instinctively, her voice full of disbelief.

As a Bloodline Count who was once active in European high society, she recognized this face all too well.

This was the first in line to the current Spanish throne.

She was also an absolute regular on the front pages of European gossip tabloids and political news.

The Princess Helena, hailed by netizens all over Europe as the 'Most Dazzling Pearl of the Iberian Peninsula'!

Chen Yuan's eyebrows rose slightly.

So she was a genuine European princess.

No wonder she could obtain a military-grade encrypted frequency to cut directly into the manor's defense System.

It seemed the foundations of old Europe were indeed not to be underestimated.

“Greetings, Your Excellency.”

Princess Helena lowered her head slightly and performed a very standard and ancient European court etiquette.

Her voice was crisp and ethereal, possessing an innate noble quality.

But if one listened closely, the hidden tension and panic in her voice could be detected.

“I apologize for the late-night intrusion; it is truly a matter of urgency.”

Helena's hands were wringing together, her knuckles turning slightly white.

Chen Yuan looked at the royal princess before him, who looked like a drowned rat.

Not only did he not stand up, he didn't even intend to change his sitting posture.

His eyes held a playful, mocking look as if watching a play.

“Princess, instead of staying in the palace in Madrid for your beauty sleep in the middle of the night...”

Chen Yuan sneered, his tone full of nonchalant mockery.

“...what are you doing here in my wolf's den where people are killed without a second thought?”

“Are you here to experience the life of the commoners, or are you looking for a thrill?”

Helena bit her delicate red lips.

Her eyes, clear as sapphires, stared fixedly at Chen Yuan.

That gaze was complex.

Three parts shyness, three parts fear, and the remaining four parts were a frantic ambition burning to the extreme.

Chen Yuan was all too familiar with this kind of contrasting gaze.

It was the madness of a drowning person seeing a life-saving straw, willing to sell their Soul just to survive.

This woman had a beast hidden in her bones.

“I have come to make a deal with you.”

Helena's voice suddenly became firm, as if she had made some shocking resolution.

She reached out and grabbed the collar of her trench coat.

“Rip.”

The zipper was pulled down abruptly.

The wet, cheap trench coat used for disguise slid off her ivory shoulders and fell to the ground.

The air in the entire hall seemed to be completely sucked out at this moment.

Underneath the trench coat, there was no bulletproof vest or listening device.

It was actually an extremely sexy, nearly transparent, deep black V-neck evening gown!

Large areas of snow-white, delicate skin shimmered with a dazzling luster under the lights.

Her graceful and sultry curves were outlined vividly by that thin layer of fabric.

The intense sensory collision between noble coldness and extreme seduction...

...was enough to make any normal man's Bloodline boil instantly.

This was no way to discuss a deal.

This was clearly placing herself as the ultimate bargaining chip directly on Chen Yuan's gambling table!

Chen Yuan looked at the vivid and sensual scene before him, the playfulness in his eyes deepening.

He did not shy away from admiring the princess's stunning scenery.

“Princess, the sincerity of this deal is quite sufficient.”

Chen Yuan's fingers lightly tapped the armrest of the leather sofa, making a crisp clicking sound.

“What do you want from me?”

“I have heard of your methods in London and Wall Street.”

Helena took a step forward, her breathtaking curves heaving violently with her breath.

Her noble face carried a look of desperate determination.

“Mr. Chen, I don't just need the medicine in your hands that can make people young again.”

Helena's voice was very low, yet every word was like a hammer, striking heavily in the silent hall.

She looked directly into Chen Yuan's eyes, which were as deep as an abyss.

Word by word, she spoke the crazy request that would cause a political earthquake across Europe.

“I also need your army.”

“To help me take back the throne that rightfully belongs to me.”