The nightclub's private room at midnight was ambiguous and romantic.
The air faintly carried a breath of decadence.
Sophie Linwood, while drinking, avoided everyone's gaze and quickly poured a packet of white powder into a wine glass.
"Hmph..." She lightly curled her lips, eyes filled with contempt, saying: Eva Nightingale, tonight, once you drink this glass, just wait for your downfall!
But, you don't have to feel it's unjust to die, the man I've found for you is absolutely worthy in terms of body and looks!
Taking advantage of Eva's absence, she tampered with her glass...
"Bang——"
Suddenly, a loud crash slammed the door open.
Since the room wasn't locked, the people inside were still waiting for Eva to return.
Who knew a crashing sound would suddenly occur.
Before everyone could react, a chilling, imposing presence came from the door.
"What's happening?" Sophie Linwood spoke up.
"Where's Eva!?" A cold, magnetic male voice descended from above.
