This is the signature Firecracker Blast of the demon-hunting The Foster Family, which can be executed without talismans and possesses tremendous power.

Olivia Sullivan hopped around, dodging the falling shards of glass from above, stubbornly looking up at the sky—using the Firecracker Blast right from the start, that pale yellow figure must be the black lotus.

He is Yvonne Foster's nominal younger brother, yet he harbors a twisted obsession with Yvonne Foster. In front of Yvonne Foster, he appears innocent and kind, disguising himself as a pitiable little white flower, but in reality, his personality is gloomy, ruthless, and extremely vengeful, with almost no sense of morality.

In other words, he is a scheming black lotus, caring only for that sister with whom he shares no blood relation.

Olivia feels that this split-personality, slightly yandere character is quite compelling—a bold breakthrough for the veteran romance novelist Dylan Brooks.

But appreciating this character doesn't mean she would actually like such a gloomy boy in real life.

Especially since the black lotus is paired by the black-hearted author with Ethan Sullivan—of course, Chad Foster doesn't truly like Ethan Sullivan. After confessing to his sister and being rejected, the thoroughly corrupted Chad Foster vents all his resentment on Ethan Sullivan, who has always been secretly sabotaging Yvonne Foster.

He pretends to get close to Ethan Sullivan, and after marrying her, subjects her to relentless humiliation and torment, using every possible means, and even poisons her with a love curse so she cannot speak of it to anyone.

Helpless and hopeless, Ethan Sullivan is soon tormented into premature gray hair and a dazed state, ending up suffering the consequences of her own actions—deservedly so.

Olivia Sullivan imagined that scene and couldn't help but shiver, a chill running down her back, instinctively craning her neck to look up.

That streak of pale yellow was like lightning, tearing through the black clouds in the sky, swift and fierce. And his entrance was neither black nor white, but precisely this vivid pale yellow.

Chad Foster, on the outside, is wrapped in a tempting sugar coating. Inside, he is a blade.

Chapter 4: Substitute Bride (Part Four)

Henry Carter controlled the Ninefold Demon-Subduing Pagoda in the air with a serious expression, sweat dripping down his neck without him noticing.

In the middle of the clouds, Chad Foster moved so fast that the onlookers could only see a flash of pale yellow darting back and forth. He used the Firecracker Blast to carve a path, approached Yvonne Foster, took off a steel ring from his right wrist, and smashed it toward the water mirror—

The steel ring was like Nezha's Universe Ring, instantly shattering the water mirror, then expanding to the size of a hula hoop, flying over to ensnare the water mirror.

Trapped inside the ring, the water mirror struggled in vain, twisting left and right, trying to expand and break free from this unremarkable little ring, but it was like a balloon being choked at the neck, tightly bound and unable to escape.

The light from the demon-subduing pagoda grew ever more intense. The desperate water mirror, in front of the towering pagoda, looked as pitiful as a loach, thrashing its tail desperately but unable to avoid being sucked into the pagoda.

Having completed its task, the demon-subduing pagoda spun in place, extinguished its lights, shrank back to its delicate, compact form, and floated over to Henry Carter's side like a puppy seeking praise.

At this moment, Henry Carter had no time to reward it. His face was pale, his eyes never leaving Yvonne Foster in Chad Foster's arms.

Chad Foster was holding Yvonne Foster around the waist, slowly descending from the sky.

From a distance, he looked like a fierce little whirlwind, but up close, it was clear how battered he was: his clothes were slashed in several places, and there were scratches on his face.

Olivia pulled herself together and, by the warm yellow glow of the lantern, carefully examined Chad Foster.

Chad Foster is a breath of fresh air among the male leads written by Dylan Brooks. He doesn't wear white or blue robes; when making his heroic entrance to save the damsel, he wears a bright and soft pale yellow outfit that only a young girl would wear.

This pale yellow is very light—eye-catching but not garish. Along the edge of the collar runs a black trim, sharp and domineering. On him, the outfit doesn't look feminine at all, only dashing.

Not only that, he has his hair tied in a high ponytail, and from the front, the white hair ribbon at the end is perfectly nestled among his hair, exuding a youthful energy from the inside out, like the scent of lemon in a glass bowl.

His hair is jet black, the bangs at his forehead slightly curled, naturally parting to both sides to reveal a beautiful and gentle widow's peak. His forehead is fair, and when he looks up, his black pupils are so bright they seem to reflect two moons in a lake.

Olivia sighed—center-parted hair and a widow's peak really are a perfect match.

She sighed again inwardly; Chad Foster was nothing like she had imagined.

Most of Dylan Brooks's writing focused on Henry Carter, portraying him as gentle yet lonely, aloof yet passionate, using extensive descriptions to highlight the male lead's ever-changing and unique charm, so much so that when Olivia saw Henry Carter, she could immediately recognize him.

By comparison, the poor second male lead Chad Foster barely got any description of his appearance.

If the black lotus hadn't used the family’s signature Firecracker Blast and revealed his identity, she would never have believed that this boy before her was Chad Foster.

She had thought that, as a proper black lotus, he would have a low-key and gloomy aura, never standing out.

But the boy walking toward her now, with the tip of his ponytail swaying up and down, made her think of the first pale yellow forsythia blossom of early spring, or the tender buds just sprouting on a willow branch, or perhaps the burst of juice from biting into a plump orange.