Chapter 1274

A woman was on the couch in Perseus' house. He opened the door and came in, only to see half of her face. "Who are you? What are you doing at my place?" Perseus instantly frowned and stared at the stranger coldly. A chill was sent down his spine. The lock was intact, and the windows were shut tight. How did this woman come in? At the same time, her get-up confused Perseus even more. The woman wore a light-green traditional dress, reminding him a little of a female character from one of the medieval movies; she was exquisite and distant. She also emanated a cold arrogance that made people think twice before approaching her. "And who are you supposed to be?" The woman turned around coldly and scanned Perseus from head to toe. Her eyebrows knitted tightly when she got a good look at his face. "Do you have a fucking screw loose? This is my house, and you're asking who I am. Who the hell are you?" Perseus frowned, and he was immediately ticked off. With that said, Perseus didn't