Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1130

The socialites scattered in panic, not even caring where Sophie was, just chasing blindly in the direction she had gone.

Sophie's white dress made her an easy target, drawing the hunters toward her instantly.

Meanwhile, Sandy seized the chance to hop into the elevator heading to the second floor, the only one that went straight to the seating area upstairs. The masked spectators were still engrossed in watching the game.

Calming her breath, Sandy hid in a discreet corner on the second floor. With everyone's eyes glued to the chaos below, no one noticed her.

"Help! Somebody, please help me!"

One of the socialites, hampered by her high heels, was dragged into a corner by a hunter, her desperate cries echoing through the hall.

Sandy's heart pounded as she saw the white figure disappear onto the second floor. The socialites hadn't realized that capturing Sophie would end the game prematurely. They didn't need to wait three hours; they'd all be dead by then!

As she tried to figure out where Vanessa had gone, another socialite's shrieks filled the air: "Save me!

her dress tightly,

cornered by

don't want to die, Sophie! If we

swiftly taking them down with punches and kicks. The pampered socialites, untrained in self-defense, were no match

faster and avoid getting

leave, one of the socialites

of reasoning with them. When it's life or death,

hunter approached, bypassing Sophie

Sophie was stunned.

closer, his voice low: "Vanessa's on

quickly recognized the voice: "Logan? What are