Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 522  The Wilting Rose Lady

--House Castolica--

It was a small manor seated on a lone, picturesque hill on the outskirts of Riverwhale City.

They say it is foolish for anyone to build such a massive manor in the middle of nowhere, in the far outskirts of the city where it's not safe. Yet, here the manor was still owned by the family who built it.

This only showed how powerful and influential their forces were, if they could stay safe throughout the centuries and decades. And of course, even in modern times, there were quite a few thieves and bold people who thought of sneaking in to play hostage for ransom. However, no one has ever heard a word from them since they had their grand scheme put in motion. As for what happened to them, who knows…

All in all, the manor was quite a sizable one with ancient structures that stood the test of time, with their unique charms that dazzled anyone who stumbled on them. It consisted of 4 towering structures and 3 ground level structures all surrounded by tall walls and a peculiarly large metal gate. If anyone didn't know any better, they would think the place was abandoned. But many within the city and those who have traveled out this far, know it was occupied by a young vibrant girl who took over after her mother's sad passing. Many have never seen her mother's face, as the woman always wore a peculiar mask with wilting rose petal prints engraved on it. This was why they called her mother the wilting rose lady. It's said she loved roses, but not fully vibrant ones. She had a peculiar knack for wilting roses.

Those who visited her manor said she purposefully kept her gardens in a dying state, because of this. She had a thing for roses. All flowers in her gardens were roses. Many felt she was quite a dangerous and terrible woman shrouded in mystery. Their minds told them to run, but their bodies told them to do the opposite. For someone whose face no one had ever seen, she had a body that kept countless men awake at night stroking off to just her silhouette. Her every move, her every turn, her every action was like that of an enchantress. How can one woman be so endowed? Her bosoms made men salivate, her derriere made men get crazy thoughts, and her thin waistline only made men want to hold her in their arms even more. When she spoke, her voice was as soft as the wind, like beautiful poetry to their ears. She was She left many with unforgettable first impressions, with some even vowing to divorce their old ladies and promising all their wealth to her just to marry her. Ah yes… The Wilting Rose Lady was quite a remarkable and unforgettable woman. So it was no wonder that thousands and thousands of men felt it was unbelievable after hearing of her death. They spent their nights drinking sadly in their home offices, wailing at how cruel life was for taking such a beauty away from them. But their wives, on the other hand, were jubilating crazily, knowing that the bitch who stole their husband's attention was finally gone. They knew it was wrong for them to be happy when hearing of someone's death, but they just couldn't help celebrating to the sky when hearing the good news. Do you know how it feels to have your husband no longer pay attention to you for almost 10 years? He doesn't care anymore about your children or you, only focuses on a woman from who knows where. What's worse is that even if you want to get a divorce, he will find ways to keep you by his side because he has money and power. How can they win against that? Their husbands didn't want to let them go and also didn't want them to have a happy marriage. You can neither go nor stay happily. So what should they do? Honestly, they have looked forward to the day when the bitch would just leave their families alone. It's just that they never imagined it would be through death. But so what? So long as she goes, their husbands will return to them soon, right? (QπQ) n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

They didn't mind that their husbands were drinking whisky and alcohol alone in their offices. Cry it out, sweat it out and release all your sadness quickly so you can finally return to your senses. How can 1 woman control over 2 thousand men, her alone? Just how did she do it? Sure enough, she was a vixen who only knew how to seduce married men. Of course, the women checked on their husbands from time to time, making sure they didn't overdose on drinking. After all, too much of anything is never good, be it too much sugar, too much alcohol or even having too much adult gymnastics.

Hooray! Hooray! The b**ch is dead! Many of these women had long formed a club, and now knew each other, finding solace in each other's company after knowing their husbands all lusted after the same woman. Hah!! The vixen was gone, gone from their lives forever. All the women were celebrating as though it was their birthday. At the same time, many secretly gripped their sons hard, making them promise to have nothing to do with the vixen's daughter. Can you imagine how they would feel if both their husbands and sons lusted after the same mother and daughter? The thought alone was enough to evoke suicidal thoughts from them. It's said that the mysterious daughter who has also kept her face hidden all this while, will finally reveal her appearance in a ball she was about to host in 3 weeks.

Heh. Many swore to hold their sons, refusing them to go to the ball. Who knows if the vixen's daughter would use the same tricks on their sons?

And so many families also knew of the legend of the Wilting Rose Lady, a woman who could entice thousands of men all at once. Although many sons felt they couldn't be as stupid as their fathers, they still secretly made up their minds to go to the ball and see just how beautiful the woman's daughter would be. Like so, many knew this lone manor on the hill was occupied by the wilting lady's daughter who would soon hold a ball, 2 and a half weeks from now. No one except for those in the manor, had ever seen how the young lady looked like. Surprisingly enough, no matter how they browsed these servants, none of them ever betrayed the young lady by secretly taking pictures for the press. Many men said she must be as gentle and soft as her mother. But right now, the girl who was supposed to be soft had awoken with a cold and murderous glint in her eye. "Who is it?"