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Initially, only a few people noticed the commotion. However, when Kayla shouted, nearly everyone turned to look.

Felicia felt nauseated with disgust. With Arnold around, even the air felt stale. She decided to leave the hall, ignoring the curious gazes behind her, and headed out to the garden for some fresh air.

The night was beautiful. The moon shone brightly, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of flowers. Just as her anxiety began to fade, she caught a faint whiff of blood.

Was someone hurt nearby?

Felicia followed the scent, stepping cautiously toward where it seemed to be coming from. She passed through a flourishing rose garden and rounded a corner, only to find a body lying awkwardly on a cobblestone path.

Before the corpse stood a tall, slender figure. The man stood in the shadows, his long, elegant fingers stained with blood, methodically wiping his hands with a handkerchief, his movements meticulous and careful, as if he had a severe case of germaphobia. Felicia could hardly believe she was witnessing a murder. She froze, unable to process what was happening, when suddenly the streetlamp next to her flickered. The tall figure slowly raised his head.

What an astonishingly handsome face. He was breathtakingly beautiful, as if he was sculpted by a divine creator. His features were perfect from skin to bone.

Felicia had never seen anyone so striking before, and for a moment, she was dazzled. But the more beautiful something was, the more dangerous it could be.

He radiated a powerful presence that was impossible to ignore. His deep, sharp eyes held a dangerous glint that was gradually intensifying.

Initially, Felicia thought of retreating entirely, but when she recognized who he was, her heart sank. It was Stephan, the head of the powerful Russell family in Seldvale.

In her previous life, she had heard many tales about Stephan, known for his ruthlessness, with a temper that could shift without warning.

However, why would such a big shot from Seldvale be in a small city like Khogend? Why would he appear in the backyard of the Fuller residence?

was no way he would be on the guest list. If he were, the whole Khogend would know, and she wouldn't be unaware of it. Hence, Stephan must have hidden his identity to slip in. If that were the

nearby plants, pretending to be blind, and began to slowly

about to pick up the pace to escape when the streetlamp flickered again, and the next second, Stephan appeared right in front of her, gripping her neck tightly. Felicia instinctively

as if she had returned to the final moments of her previous life.

flashed in her eyes as she gathered all her strength and

kick, Stephan anticipated her move, tightening his grip around her neck. He chuckled, clearly amused by her

tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks. In the dim light, the sight of her tear-filled eyes, the glistening tears, and her

moment, Stephan gently wiped her tears

you have. You look quite pitiful when

soothing voice felt like a lover's whisper.

side of the garden, probably looking for her since she had

to die, Stephan released her, leaving her with a warning, "I

her voice hoarse, "Yes, I didn't see anything

leave, intending to take Myra with her. However, just as she did, the street lamp flickered once more and then

all that remained were shattered pieces of the lamp. Stephan

of blood lingered in the air, a testament

been looking everywhere for you," Myra

fine," Felicia said, glancing at the

smelled blood coming from him. This meant that Stephan had likely been attacked and was injured. The body on the ground was probably that of the attacker. The

herself to freshen up. Once in front of a mirror, she covered

hall, the spotlight shone on Kayla and Arnold, who seemed to have reconciled, sitting together at the piano and performing a duet. At first glance, they looked quite

finally speaking up with cautious anticipation, saying, "Licia, I don't think...

slightly as she was about to speak. However, a loud call rang out

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