Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 366

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**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley 366**
**Chapter 366 The Art of Gifts**

“I’m making it up to you. Don’t you want it?”

Marcus’s gaze shot up to meet the woman perched above him, her presence igniting an intense spark in his silver-gray eyes. The heat of the moment wrapped around them like a warm blanket, stirring something deep within him.

“I do,” he replied, his voice low and filled with a mix of eagerness and anticipation.

Meanwhile, in another part of the house, Silas emerged from the shower, droplets of water cascading down his skin. As he reached for his lightcore, a new notification caught his eye. It was a message from that same naive guy he had encountered earlier, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

He skimmed through the message, and a wave of disbelief washed over him. How could this guy still be fumbling around, failing to mend the rift with his huntress’s other companions? It was as if his emotional intelligence was buried beneath the ground, far from reach.

Silas hadn’t intended to respond, but the boredom gnawing at him was unbearable, and he was unable to accompany Emma at the moment.

With a sigh, he slipped into his comfortable pajamas, flopped onto his bed, and began typing a quick response under the alias Embrace of the Moon.

“Getting along with people is easy. You just have to be proactive. If you can toss out a Rank 11 beast core over something trivial, it’s clear you’re both powerful and resourceful. So, why not start by gifting your brothers a few things?”

In a different room, Drake sat silently, staring at his lightcore after sending his previous message to Embrace of the Moon. He waited, but the silence stretched on, and he assumed the other party had lost interest.

Then, suddenly—Ping!

A new message arrived, and as he read it, his brows knitted together in thought. He had considered giving Lucien and the others a few gifts, but in truth, they didn’t need anything from him.

With a sigh, he replied, “They’re all strong. They don’t need these things.”

Silas read the response and pressed his lips into a thin line, feeling a mix of frustration and curiosity. When had Central Planet become a hub for so many experts?

After a moment’s contemplation, he typed back, “Whether they need it or not is their concern. The act of giving a gift signifies sincerity. No one can resist a thoughtful present. If you wish to build rapport, begin by showing goodwill.”

He felt compelled to send another message.

“Sorry to pry, but what Rank are you?”

Just as Drake was about to respond, Corvin burst through the door, interrupting his thoughts.

“Drake!”

Corvin froze at the sight of Drake hunched over his lightcore, his face flushing with embarrassment.

“Sorry! I didn’t realize you were busy. The door was open, so I assumed it was okay to come in. Should I go back out and knock?”

Drake waved his hand dismissively, understanding the urgency in Corvin’s demeanor.

“There’s no need for that,” he replied, his voice calm. He had been contemplating ways to improve relations with his peers, and he didn’t want to nitpick with Corvin, especially since he had approached him directly.