Aspen looked like a fiery red sprite weaving through the crowd. The Grand Hall had five floors total, with the first and second floors packed with various VIP guests carrying wine glasses and chatting with their elegant female companions. When Aspen appeared alone in the first-floor lobby, someone on the second floor immediately noticed her, his eyes lighting up. "Kyrie, that woman is absolutely stunning! She's such an eye-catcher." Kyrie's subordinate, Noah, was the first to be smitten, licking his lips as he spoke. Kyrie was putting on airs while chatting with a foreigner, speaking broken Westral with the same few phrases over and over. "Oh, yes! Very good! Wonderful!" When he heard Noah's comment, he immediately smiled and excused himself from the foreigner in front of him. Then, his gaze looked downstairs, and he immediately spotted Aspen. "Who's that lady? She doesn't seem like she's from Chetvine," Kyrie said, stroking the short stubble on his chin as excitement rushe

Kyrie's face had turned as black as coal. He silently cursed, 'Damn it! That bitch had played me hard and good.' He realized he had been set up in a trap. Yet there was nothing he could say in his defense, especially since the hallway had surveillance cameras that had caught him walking in with Aspen, looking overly intimate, and even trying to touch her afterward. One of the foreigners, Pierre Sanders, said, "Kyrie, just moments ago, I still admired you for your exceptional martial arts skills and noble background. But now, in the eyes of us gentlemen, you're nothing but a complete beast. Fuck you, you bastard!" Pierre cursed outright, which only made Kyrie's rage boil over. He was the real victim here, yet these clueless foreigners dared to insult him. He finally snapped and fired back. "Fuck you, you bald old bastard! Fuck you, and your whole family, too!" Even though Kyrie's accent was thick, Pierre could tell Kyrie was cursing at him. His temper flared as he removed his

Andrew finally said, "Alright, I can agree to it for now." However, he found it strange and asked, "But you're from the Robertson family. For something small like breast enhancement, there are plenty of people in Chetvine who could help you. Why come to me?" Isabelle's small face turned red as she mumbled shyly, "Because you have a grudge against my family, so you won't tell anyone about this. If I went through my family or found someone else at Sovereign's Apothecary, they would definitely leak this information. By then, how could I show my face in Chetvine?" Andrew nodded, understanding her concern completely. "I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful. This shows that everyone who thinks you're just an emotionless girl has been completely fooled by you." Isabelle tilted her head. "They call me 'Girl of Three Nothings'. No brains, no chest, nothing at all. But I don't know why, when I'm with you, I feel so relaxed and can tell you anything without worry." She giggled and add

Andrew did not hesitate and immediately pulled the closet open and slipped inside. Isabelle rushed in right after him and bumped straight into his chest. She cried out, "Ouch! Andrew, move over a little, you're squishing me!" Outside the closet, embarrassingly passionate moans and screams sounded. No matter who heard it, they could tell exactly what was going on. "Oh, baby, come on!" "Oh yeah! Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah!" Andrew was speechless. The space inside the closet was ridiculously cramped, so he and Isabelle had to press tightly against each other just to hide. As his eyes shifted, Andrew noticed that Isabelle was also staring at him, her face flushed red. "Andrew, are they… doing that?" she whispered in his ear. Andrew gave a dry laugh. "Well, most likely, yeah." Isabelle fell quiet. Although she was usually bold and rebellious, she felt shy and embarrassed by the live broadcast happening right outside. After all, she was still just a young lady. Gradually, A

Aspen recalled Andrew's warning. "High-end safes and lockboxes can't just be tampered with. Unless you know the exact code, the moment you mess with it, you'll likely trip an alarm and give yourself away." She studied the safe in front of her and immediately saw it was top-of-the-line. The digital screen flashed the Tristars Group logo, and next to it was a set of physical buttons. Aspen had come prepared. She pulled out a UV flashlight and scanned the keypad, but her heart sank. Ezekiel had clearly anticipated this because there was not a single fingerprint mark. It was as if no one had ever pressed it with bare hands. That could only mean he always wore gloves when entering the code. Aspen slipped two thin hairpins from her pinned-up hair. The ends were bent into hooks, perfect for lockpicking. She went to work on the safe, but it was no use. The material was rock-solid, and no matter how hard she tried, the door did not budge. Just then, her phone buzzed against her si