Vicky’s expression darkened, and she immediately took Cece back to the corridor and said sternly, “They’re after me and won’t do anything to you. Cece, let’s take different ways out.”

“But…” Cece muttered worriedly.

“I’m not asking for your opinion,” Vicky interrupted her. “If we both get caught, we can’t even seek help.”

Cece knew that Vicky was right. She clenched her jaw and turned to run in the other direction.

Since Valencia wanted nothing to do with her, Cece had not run into anyone on her way, and she made a sharp turn into the washroom before taking her phone out to make a call.

“Mister Gardner, I’m Cece. I think Vicky is in trouble…” Cece swiftly informed him of her address. “Mister Hart’s mother is after Vicky. You need to get Mister Hart to come over right now.”

Despite the mysterious man’s warning, the venue was relatively small with limited exits. Valencia had come prepared, and Vicky did not get far before they captured her.

Hart’s mansion, the mansion’s interior was heavily influenced by the

to a pavilion within the estate. In the pavilion, a graceful

done so in a courteous manner. However, Vicky felt like a prisoner brought

into a chilling smile as she caught sight of

why did you leave by yourself? Were you upset that we didn’t welcome you with open arms and wanted it to be coaxed

pot of tea and handed her a teacup, his demeanor indifferent. “Some things never change. She lacks refinement just as she did five

perspective shouldn’t be too narrow, so how could he be drawn to such an uncouth person? On top

such bad habits. If we’re to blame anyone, it’s the despicable and greedy

it? Having a fortune so close within reach, only to lose their lives

as she recalled the implication of Old Mister Hart’s words that the

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