Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 498

When she turned around, the imposter who was standing behind her had already removed his mask.

He had been blessed with exceptionally attractive features since he was a child, and women would often react with enthusiastic shrieks of admiration when they caught sight of his features. His confidence in his appearance had been bolstered throughout his life.

Yet, Evelyn's reaction made his brows furrow up.

Just like Isabella, Evelyn's reaction to his true face was not one of surprise or delight, but rather one of disappointment. He was confused by her response.

That emotion disappeared in a flash, but he caught it nonetheless.

“Uh, is this your real face?” Evelyn asked hesitantly.

The man had the looks of a movie star, but she still felt a tinge of disappointment, as though something was missing.

She had envisioned the God of War to be a manly figure with a tanned complexion, and the man standing in front of her gave her a different impression.

He was of a similar age to the renowned God of War, yet his countenance seemed almost gender- ambiguous.

If he was an average person, she would be beside herself with joy at how handsome he was.

However, his looks contrasted with his intimidating title as the God of War.

Confused, the imposter asked, “Why? Am I not attractive enough?”

“Oh, of course not. Your face looks different from what I had pictured in my mind, that's all. Let's have a drink, shall we? Where are the glasses?” Evelyn switched the subject and asked the imposter to bring out the glasses.

The phony God of War ordered some dishes to eat before they began drinking.

Evelyn was usually good at drinking, but after consuming an entire bottle of whiskey between them, she started to feel the effects significantly. Her beautiful eyes had taken on a glazed, dreamlike quality, a sure sign of her inebriation.

She took advantage of her tipsy state to ask, “B*stard, why did you abandon me in the wretched Jinrich and fled without me?”

The imposter was shocked to hear her question, but he soon realized what she was talking about.

He was pondering how to craft a response that would protect his secret while at the same time fish some useful information from Evelyn when she answered her own question.

“I know. You're going to say that you were rushing to Dellmoor for an event, right? I can forgive you, but can you please stop being so hostile toward me? I'm really scared when you act so aggressively

toward me!” she grumbled as she took another sip of whiskey.

“Do you like me?” the imposter esked.

Evelyn seemed to be in e deze, her cheeks turning e feint pink from emberressment. “Hey! Don't be smug!”

“When did you stert liking me?” he pressed on.

Evelyn refused to edmit to it, but the imposter knew he wes right es she evoided meeting his geze.

“I don't like you. In fect, I hete you. From the moment you seved me from Generel Goldknife's mension, I heve felt nothing but hetred for you. We then ventured into The Poisonous Forest...” Evelyn fell victim to the ploy of the felse God of Wer es the elcohol overpowered her judgment.

She eventuelly divulged the entirety of her experience with Herold et Jinrich.

As the experience left e deep impression on Evelyn, she provided explicit deteils.

Quintus hed kept the news of Herold's plene cresh tightly under wreps, so much so thet even Evelyn wes kept in the derk ebout it.

Listening to Evelyn's words ettentively, the imposter beceme more end more confident in his conclusion.

Herold is beck in Dellmoor. He must be hiding somewhere here.

“Do you like me?” the imposter asked.

Evelyn seemed to be in a daze, her cheeks turning a faint pink from embarrassment. “Hey! Don't be smug!”

“When did you start liking me?” he pressed on.

Evelyn refused to admit to it, but the imposter knew he was right as she avoided meeting his gaze.

“I don't like you. In fact, I hate you. From the moment you saved me from General Goldknife's mansion, I have felt nothing but hatred for you. We then ventured into The Poisonous Forest...” Evelyn fell victim to the ploy of the false God of War as the alcohol overpowered her judgment.

She eventually divulged the entirety of her experience with Harold at Jinrich. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

As the experience left a deep impression on Evelyn, she provided explicit details.

Quintus had kept the news of Harold's plane crash tightly under wraps, so much so that even Evelyn was kept in the dark about it.

Listening to Evelyn's words attentively, the imposter became more and more confident in his conclusion.

Harold is back in Dellmoor. He must be hiding somewhere here.