Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1467

"Bang!"

As the gunshot echoed, Sophie felt a gust of wind rush past her ear, followed by a ringing that made everything around her seem eerily quiet. To her relief, the bullet hadn't hit her. Colby, who had appeared from seemingly nowhere, had already taken down the bodyguard, snapping his neck before Sophie could even register what was happening.

The gunshot was just a desperate, off-target attempt by the dying guard.

Colby, dressed sharply in a suit with a black masquerade mask, was unmistakable to Sophie, even in disguise.

"Let's get out of here!" he urged.

There was no time to linger. The bodyguard had triggered an alarm, and within two minutes, security would be swarming the second floor. Sophie and Colby sprinted towards the exit, weaving through the chaos on the first floor until they melted into the crowd.

But escape wasn't going to be easy. The main doors had already been sealed, and guards were closing in from every direction.

legs wobbly like she was walking on clouds.

Who was it?

a dream. The image of a young man, fleeting and surreal, danced in her mind—almost

guests were in a frenzy,

the main doors. Despite the lockdown, one sharp whistle from

gunfire, clashes, and cries tangled together in a symphony of chaos. Yet, amidst it all, Sophie could only hear a gentle voice in her mind saying, "Our Sophie deserves the best

her haze, the castle's

with precision. One shot, two shots, three shots... His cold, ruthless demeanor was something Sophie had never witnessed

midst of the turmoil. The bodyguards recoiled in fear, their faces twisted in terror,

slip, and she collapsed into the solid

rushed in, asking, "Boss,

his deep eyes gleaming with a