Xia Qingtian wanted to find Mobius and Madame Camille as soon as she came out.
She had already devised a solution, but time was too tight now. If she relied on herself alone, there was no way to implement the plan.
When she asked about Madame Camille and Mobius being in the study on the second floor, they were just leaving the study to head to the banquet hall for a final check of the decorations.
Jean Lingol politely declined Madame Camille's invitation to go together and remained in the study alone.
Now, he was increasingly aware of the gap between himself and Mobius.
He had lived to this age and finally fallen for a woman.
Before he could even formally pursue her, he had already been judged a loser.
"I... I'm living like a joke," he murmured, Jean Lingol began to review his life for the first time.
Perhaps he shouldn't continue to waste his time, at least... at least...
Jean Lingol's thoughts drifted further away, and he unconsciously toyed with the pocket watch he had taken from the maid who had stolen Aunt Camille's brooch.
"Sigh..." Jean Lingol stared blankly at the ancient floral patterns on the pocket watch.
At this moment, the study door was suddenly pushed open. Xia Qingtian's gaze swept around the study, spotting only Jean Lingol, and not Mobius or Madame Camille.
"Qingtian." Jean Lingol was startled by the sudden opening of the door, and the pocket watch in his hand accidentally fell to the ground.
With a "crack," the ancient pocket watch was smashed, its back cover fell off, and its components scattered on the floor.
Jean Lingol immediately bent down to pick it up, and Xia Qingtian also hurried over and picked up the lid of the pocket watch. With just one glance, she recognized it as Gerona's pocket watch, which she had looked at in the mirror for a full five years.
There was absolutely no mistake.
"Where did you get this pocket watch?" Xia Qingtian immediately asked.
"I, I found it," Jean Lingol said awkwardly. "What's wrong? Is it yours?"
Did that maid steal this pocket watch from Xia Qingtian?
"It belongs to a friend of mine." Xia Qingtian looked at the broken pocket watch, and her heart grew increasingly bitter.
Those five years of sweet life had finally shattered, just like the pocket watch.
"Is that so..." Seeing the sadness on Xia Qingtian's face, Jean Lingol felt his cheeks burn.
After all, he had accidentally broken it.
Logically, the quality of such old pocket watches was usually good, so how could it be so fragile?
Had it been opened before, and the back cover was already loose?
He wondered if such an ancient and old-fashioned pocket watch could still be restored.
"Huh?" Jean Lingol reached into the scattered parts of the pocket watch and found a small chip. "What is this doing inside a pocket watch?"
"What is this?" Xia Qingtian looked at the small item in Jean Lingol's hand.
"It's something that can connect to a computer if placed inside a connector," Jean Lingol said. "In any case, this thing shouldn't be in a pocket watch."
"!" Xia Qingtian's eyes lit up as if she had suddenly remembered something. "Can you use it?"
"I can, but..." Jean Lingol nodded, but before he could finish speaking, Xia Qingtian interrupted him.
"Come with me quickly." Xia Qingtian said, pulling Jean Lingol along as she ran out.
Meanwhile, Mobius and Madame Camille were conducting their final checks in the banquet hall.
"Change these flowers," Madame Camille said, pointing to the flowers by the table. "Change the color to something brighter."
"Yes." The servant immediately complied.
Mobius followed Madame Camille, somewhat absent-minded.
So much time had passed, and there was still no news from Xia Qingtian.
He didn't know if the secret room had trapped Amiya.
Based on Mobius's past experience, Amiya had been completely lost in hatred.
Her life now was solely focused on revenge.
"What's wrong?" Madame Camille, seeing Mobius's state, deliberately held up a feather duster, partially obscuring her face, and blinked her charming brown eyes playfully. "Can't even I keep your heart? It seems I'm truly getting old."
"Madame Camille, you jest," Mobius took Madame Camille's hand and performed a gentlemanly kiss on her hand. "Your charm remains."
"Tsk, such smooth talk," Madame Camille withdrew her hand and let out a snort.
On the other side of the banquet hall, Amiya watched Madame Camille's seemingly flirtatious behavior, and her hatred surged within her.
Gerona was never a man who was good at expressing his feelings, but towards Madame Camille, his ardent love was something even she, his daughter, could clearly sense.
That's why she had repeatedly fanned the flames for Gerona and Camille. She only wished for Gerona to be happy.
But alas!
Camille, that vicious woman, not only used her father but also cruelly abandoned him.
In the last moments of his life, he had to endure not only the pain of cancer but also the pain of losing the one he loved.
Even his final work was usurped by Camille.
In the end, he could only die alone in loneliness and pain.
Amiya hated so much!
She hated Camille's wickedness and heartlessness, and she hated herself for becoming Camille's accomplice unknowingly.
If only she hadn't opened the door when Camille knocked that day.
If only that day...
If only that day...
There were no more "if onlys." Her father was already dead, and her only relative had also left her.
She had to atone for her mistakes and make Camille pay.
She was determined to kill Camille.
A fierce glint appeared in her eyes, and Amiya, lowering her head, walked directly towards Camille.
Seeing this, Carla's expression also darkened.
Now, as soon as Amiya killed Camille, she would immediately take Amiya and leave.
If Amiya were caught in the end, as long as Camille was dead and the design drafts were submitted to the organization, she would have perfectly completed her mission.
Carla clenched her fist at her side, her gaze growing more ferocious.
At the same time, Mobius also noticed Amiya approaching.
His heart suddenly tightened. These two appeared here, so where was Xia Qingtian?
A great fear enveloped Mobius, but he had no time to ponder. Amiya had already raised her knife.
"Madame Camille! Watch out!" Mobius immediately pushed Madame Camille away and gripped Amiya's hand holding the knife.
Camille staggered but managed to regain her balance. She suddenly turned around and saw Amiya with murder in her eyes.
"You are..." After a moment of confusion, Camille's face was filled with shock. "Amiya... you want to... kill me?"