The man’s eyebrows raised slightly as he observed the girl’s savage side, a trace of amusement flickering in his eyes. Still unsatisfied, sadly there was no suitable dagger at hand. Yun Ya felt a pang of regret. At this moment, a slender finger suddenly reached out beside her, handing her an exquisite dagger. Yun Ya turned her head, seeing the man’s indifferent profile and emotionless eyes. Her heart clenched as she cursed, "Didn’t you hear me tell you to get lost? Who asked her to save me? I would rather die than be saved by her." The man tilted his head slightly, "If I had been a moment later, you would be dead." Yun Ya gave a cold laugh, "Who needs your fake kindness? My death would suit your plans even more." Yun Ya snatched the dagger and immediately stabbed it into Emil’s chest, pulling it out and stabbing again. It was as if she was venting, and in almost an instant, there wasn’t a single intact spot on Emil’s body. The man frowned silently and suddenly reached out to grasp her wrist, "That’s enough." Yun Ya gritted her teeth, "Not enough, far from enough." She pushed the man aside and suddenly slashed at her own face, gouging out her eye and smashing it underfoot, wanton and brutal. The man twitched his ear, suddenly raised his hand, and knocked Yun Ya on the back of the head. Yun Ya rolled her eyes and fainted instantly, with the man catching her in his arms and lifting her up by the waist. The man glanced sideways, a strange high-pitched sound emanating from his throat. In a blink of an eye, two shadows appeared in the room. "Clean up the scene." "What about this woman?" The man lowered his gaze, glancing at the unconscious girl in his arms, frowning slightly, "Take her away, hypnotize her memory." The man carried the girl out of the room with large strides. The corridor was empty, and he walked to the door at the end, inserting a key card to push the door open and enter. "Was that just now..." Two people swiftly cleaned up the bloody scene, one of them, a slightly taller woman, lowered her voice to ask. "Tsk... with such brutal methods, comparable to that of Queen. Truly like mother, like daughter." Looking at the gruesome corpse, the buxom woman clicked her tongue in admiration. "Q is the most indifferent. When have you ever seen him hold a woman? If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. If N knows, she will probably be livid." This voice clearly held a schadenfreude tone. "Does N dare to be angry? Only if she doesn’t want to live." The other voice fell silent. Indeed, who would dare to be angry? If there’s anyone in this world who could make Q regard them differently, it would probably be that girl. Carefully placing the girl on the bed. The source of thɪs content is Novᴇl_Fire(.)net The man brushed away the hair covering her face, revealing the girl’s pale features. Standing by the bed, his tall body was like a wall, dark and oppressive. With a flip of his palm, a small box appeared. Opening it, there was a delicate pendant inside, a delicate blooming Manzanita, enchanting, yet morbidly beautiful. His fingers landed on the flower’s stamen, and the scattered petals instantly spun and folded into a spherical shape, resembling an ordinary marble. The man clasped the pendant around her neck, adjusting it to hang just below the collarbone, ensuring she could never take it off. Stepping back, he stood by the window, glancing at the sleeping girl. The breeze gently swayed the curtains, and in the next moment, the man’s figure vanished without a trace. Yun Ya woke up screaming, gasping for breath. She had dreamt of almost being strangled to death, a pair of fierce eyes finally turning into a pair of extremely indifferent brown ones. The man had whispered her name softly in her ear repeatedly, thinking of it now, the hairs on her back stood on end in terror. Yun Ya wiped the cold sweat from her forehead as her memories gradually returned, her face turning even paler. It was not a dream; it was all real. She threw back the blanket and ran to the bathroom, splashing her face with cold water, clearing her mind a bit. She raised her eyes to look at herself in the mirror. Her gaze was somewhat dazed. Suddenly, her eyes fell on her neck, and a small silver ball caught her attention. She reached out with trembling hands, attempting to take it off, but it seemed to be grown into her neck. No matter how much she pulled, her neck reddened, but there was no sign of it loosening. She thought of the mysterious man wearing a silver mask. Was it his doing? What on earth did he intend? Yun Ya was suddenly consumed by fear. Everything she did was under that person’s watchful eyes. It was an extremely horrifying feeling. Imagining a pair of eyes secretly monitoring her every move, how could she remain calm? She had always thought of herself as the player, but now she realized she was merely a pawn on someone else’s board. This feeling of helplessness made her want to slap herself. This realization brought her close to collapse. Squatting on the floor, hugging her head and curling into a small ball. She felt so foolish, so naive. A dark glint flashed in her eyes, she tightly hugged herself, her resolve and determination growing stronger. Her hand wrapped around the small ball, cold to the bone. She gritted her teeth silently. This is just the beginning. Who will win in the end? We shall see. I will never give in.