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Behind her, Mia laid out outfit options across a velvet settee—sleek designer pieces in black, silver, and deep burgundy.

"Oh please," Mia said with a cheeky grin. "You've broken into vaults beneath Vatican cathedrals. But one brunch with the mother-in-law has you shaking in heels?"

Felicia sighed and turned slightly. "How is Michael's mom, anyway?" she asked, adjusting her robe. "You're the head maid of the White Estate—you've met her, right?"

Mia paused thoughtfully. "Hmm… Honestly? She's not like the other high-class matriarchs. In her eyes, what matters most is loyalty. As long as you love Michael—and he loves you—that's what counts to her."

Felicia raised an eyebrow. "So she's not the tea-and-threats type?"

Mia grinned. "Not unless you give her a reason to be."

Felicia chuckled, then looked at the dresses Mia had prepared. "By the way, do I really have to wear something this… proper? These scream 'I'm trying too hard.'"

Mia waved her off. "Relax. Rose already sent one of her 'subtle' pieces. Trust me—you'll look classy, not desperate."

Felicia gave a small nod and muttered, "Classy cat burglar. That's a new one."

Mia giggled. "You pull it off better than most."

Hearing her giggle, Felicia just shook her head—then after a pause, she asked, curiosity slipping into her voice, "How many other girls has Michael introduced to his mother?"

Mia blinked, then smiled. "None. You're the first."

Felicia's eyes widened slightly.

Mia continued, "That's why Madam wants to meet you—to see what kind of woman could make her son go past the one-night stands… and actually want something real."

Felicia exhaled slowly, suddenly more nervous than before.

Mia just patted her shoulder. "You've already passed the hardest test, you know. Michael chose you. The rest? Just walk in and be yourself."

White Estate – Late Morning

The grand dining hall was sunlit and serene, with soft classical music playing in the background. The room spoke of wealth and legacy—paintings from the Renaissance, polished marble floors, and a long oak table set for three.

Felicia stood just outside the double doors, adjusting the cuffs of her deep burgundy suit. Her heels clicked softly on the marble as Mia gave her a final nod of approval.

"You've got this," Mia whispered before slipping away.

The doors opened.

Inside, Michael stood near the table, dressed in a sharp charcoal suit with his usual calm confidence. But his eyes softened the moment they landed on Felicia.

"You look stunning," he said quietly, stepping forward to take her hand.

"I better," she muttered, eyes flicking nervously around. "This place looks like it judges you even if your shoes are slightly off-color."

Michael smirked. "It only judges people I don't like."

Before she could reply, another presence entered—elegant, poised, and every bit as commanding as the estate itself.

Lady Rose White.

She was tall, with silver-streaked dark hair pulled into a regal twist, wearing a flowing navy ensemble that blended class and quiet power. Her eyes—steel gray and sharp—rested on Felicia with cool assessment for a breath longer than necessary.

"Mother," Michael greeted. "This is Felicia."

Rose's gaze didn't waver. "So. You're the one who finally made my son act like a man instead of a ghost."

Felicia blinked, then slowly smiled. "Well… I do have a thing for making the impossible happen."

Rose's lips quirked slightly. "Good. Sit."

They did. Dishes of the finest brunch cuisine were brought out—delicate poached eggs, caviar toasts, fresh fruit, and hand-pressed coffee served in crystal cups.

Conversation started slow.

But not hostile.

Lady Rose asked about Felicia's work—not with suspicion, but with sharp curiosity. Felicia didn't lie, but she carefully worded her past: security consulting, historical acquisitions, the occasional recovery job. Rose caught every pause—but didn't pry. She respected the dance.

"So," Rose finally said, setting down her cup. "Are you here to play dress-up in high society? Or do you actually have the spine to stand beside my son when the blood starts to spill?"

Felicia's smile didn't falter.

"I've bled for less," she said softly. "If I'm here—it's because I'm willing to fight for what matters."

" I really wonder how in one day and one night end up loving my silly son so much" Rose asked as Felecia shrugged as it was not one night but many, but of course she can't say her son have the powers to go different world and wreck havoc there.

She looked at Michael and couldn't help but remember last night.

Last night — after hours of passionate exercise...

Felicia lay naked on Michael's chest, panting for breath.

"How can you have so much stamina?" she asked between gasps.

"Well, kitty, your little Super-Soldier serum is nothing compared to me," Michael said as he kissed her—

—and took her for another round.

She couldn't describe what that round was like, but by the end, her head was spinning with pleasure, and she drifted into sleep with a satisfied smile.

"Did I go too hard on her?" Michael wondered.

Looking at Felicia sleeping peacefully, he couldn't help but think of his first girlfriend, Camille. Then he shook his head.

"They can't be compared. Camille is now a True Vampire — her undead nature gives her infinite stamina."

Suddenly, a mechanical chime echoed in his mind.

[Congratulations, Host, on adding another member to your harem!]

[Host is awarded a Silver Gacha Ticket.]

Michael nodded casually and said, "Do ten silver draws."

[Rolling Gacha...]

Various items flashed before him — money, skills, and support items — but one red glow caught his attention.

"Hmm... a World Traveling Ticket? And it's for the Douluo World, huh..." Michael mumbled as he examined it.

"What system... what will happen to my martial spirit after I return here?" he asked.

[It will manifest as equipment if it's a sword-type, or as a summon if it's a beast-type Martial Spirit.]

"Well, I guess it's time to give her a shock," Michael mumbled, a smirk tugging at his lips as he decided to take his Kitty along to the other world — the world of Douluo.

"By the way, System, can I choose my starting point?" he asked.

The System chimed in cheerfully.

[Yes, Host. You may even choose a Martial Spirit of your preference. However, powerful options will cost Gacha tickets or require the exchange of items and skills currently in your inventory.]

[Also, since this is a one-time trip — not a back-and-forth transfer like the other worlds — there are no restrictions on System use within Douluo World.]

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