Amiya’s mood was rather low, and she remained silent for a long time. Only when her eyes met Xia Qingtian’s did she offer a small, apologetic smile.
Xia Qingtian’s collarbone had been simply bandaged. The wound wasn't serious, but on skin as fair as porcelain, such an injury still made Amiya feel deeply guilty.
What made her even more guilty was that the stab had been aimed directly at Xia Qingtian’s carotid artery.
She had almost killed someone!
Thinking of this, Amiya’s hands trembled uncontrollably.
“Amiya.” As if sensing Amiya’s unease, Xia Qingtian reached out and took her hand, saying, “I need to apologize to you.”
“Apologize to me?” Amiya looked at Xia Qingtian, confused. “Why?”
“Actually, I am not your father’s student. I didn’t know him before this,” Xia Qingtian said.
“Then how did you know my father’s painting habit, and that pocket watch? How… how did you know them?” Amiya asked, surprised.
“This…” Xia Qingtian found it difficult to explain for a moment. Finally, she could only bend down slightly, bringing her gaze level with Amiya’s, and whispered mysteriously, “Have you ever heard of… mysterious power from the East?”
“!” Amiya froze, her mouth opening unconsciously.
“Shh…” Xia Qingtian made a shushing gesture, then nodded meaningfully. “That’s right, I possess mysterious power from the East. Keep it low-key, keep it low-key.”
Amiya nodded blankly, her eyes filled with shock as she looked at Xia Qingtian.
She had only ever encountered stories of the supernatural and strange tales in movies and novels. She never expected…
That someone truly possessed such mysterious power!
With this small interlude, Amiya’s spirits seemed to improve considerably. However, she immediately began asking many peculiar questions. Furthermore, Amiya spoke Basque rather quickly, and Xia Qingtian couldn't understand many words.
In the end, she had to sheepishly excuse herself, claiming she needed to make a phone call to a friend, and left the room.
Standing by the door, Xia Qingtian let out a long sigh.
She was truly not good at deceiving people.
Taking out her phone, Xia Qingtian was about to contact Mobius when she noticed a news push notification at the top of her screen.
Accidentally clicking it, Xia Qingtian saw a familiar face.
The news article was about a new entertainment company in City L signing several outstanding artists.
The Deputy General Manager (pictured left) and the newly crowned Film Empress Liang Shitian (pictured right) actively participated in public welfare activities. At the charity gala jointly organized by City L and City Z this time, they donated fifty million.
This funding will be used to support the recovery and treatment of children with heart disease.
Xia Qingtian’s gaze fell on the face of the Deputy General Manager, and a meaningful smile played on her lips.
This Song Junhan is quite something.
In such a short time, he had transformed from a prisoner living under strict surveillance to the Deputy General Manager of a new entertainment company in City L.
Recalling Song Junhan’s detestable smugness when he had power, Xia Qingtian’s smile grew more cruel.
She had been able to drag Song Junhan into the abyss once; she could do it a second time.
This time, she would make sure to tread firmly, ensuring he fell into eternal damnation.
He would never be able to climb back up in this lifetime.
This was what Song Junhan owed her!
Moonlight streamed through the window, falling on her profile. The sinister and hateful gaze in her eyes was immense, her entire being exuding a chilling resolve akin to a Shura claiming a life.
She was someone who had died once, someone tempered by fire.
Those who owed her would not escape!
Madame Camille had intended to visit Amiya, but instead, she witnessed this scene, and in an instant, Madame Camille was captivated by Xia Qingtian.
The next moment, Xia Qingtian sensed someone’s presence. She looked towards Madame Camille and once again displayed the standard, elegant smile of a wealthy socialite: “Madame Camille.”
“Mm.” Seeing Xia Qingtian revert to her familiar demeanor, Madame Camille’s lips curved upwards. Acting as if she had noticed nothing, she walked over.
Upon seeing Amiya again, Madame Camille temporarily set aside the matter. After comforting Amiya with a few words, she had someone deliver a dazzling and brilliant ruby necklace and personally fastened it onto Xia Qingtian.
The ruby and diamond inlaid necklace refracted dazzling light under the illumination, leaving Xia Qingtian momentarily stunned.
Such a beautiful gemstone necklace, with rubies of such excellent quality, was something she had never possessed, even in two lifetimes: “Madame Camille, this…”
“It is what you deserve. I am grateful you saved my Amiya, and you saved me too,” Madame Camille said with a smile. “This was my favorite piece of jewelry when I was young, but now that I’m older, this flamboyant style doesn’t suit me anymore.”
“It’s too valuable,” Xia Qingtian said, reaching to take it off, but Madame Camille’s hand stopped her.
“Even the most beautiful gem needs to be worn by the right person to truly showcase its splendor,” Madame Camille said, smiling faintly as she gently lifted Xia Qingtian’s chin, appraising her face. “You are very beautiful. Seeing you wear it is much better than it gathering dust in my jewelry cabinet.”
“Thank you, Madame Camille.” Hearing this, Xia Qingtian could only cease her refusal and nod with a soft smile.
“The guests are currently in the East Reception Room. Mobius is also there,” Madame Camille said, kissing Xia Qingtian’s cheek, before adding, “I want to have a word with Amiya.”
“Alright, I’ll head over then. Amiya, see you later.” Xia Qingtian waved at Amiya before leaving the room again.
This time, as she left the room, Xia Qingtian felt much lighter, her steps more buoyant. The beautiful ruby necklace at her collarbone felt weighty, and she couldn’t help but admire it as she passed by the window.
It was so beautiful.
As she was admiring it, Xia Qingtian noticed someone outside the window, walking in a dazed manner.
“Jean?” Xia Qingtian recognized him at a glance. She immediately quickened her pace. “Jean Ringor? What’s wrong? Didn’t you go after Kara? You… why are you covered in blood? Your face…”
“She’s dead…” Jean Ringor’s lips trembled, his face pale from the grimness of the blood. “She died right in front of me.”
“A car hit her, it all happened so fast, I couldn’t react! Then… then another large vehicle drove over her body, crushing everything… her phone, her bones… her face… crushed… all crushed! Blood splattered everywhere.”
“My face, my body, my hands…” Jean Ringor looked down at his hands.
The blood on his hands had still been warm earlier.
So, human blood…
Was warm!