Se connecterAmelia's eyes sharpened: "It's just that you're stupid."Before coming, Amelia had deliberately 'dressed up' herself. Terrence couldn't tell that she was the same person who had met Quincy at the auction house.Suddenly, Terrence sensed something was off: "Let's talk in a private room. There are too many people and prying eyes here."Amelia nodded: "Alright."The two walked into a private room one after the other. Suddenly, Terrence turned around and pulled out a pistol, aiming it at Amelia: "You're not one of William's people. What you just said was full of holes.""Are you questioning Mr. Thorley?" Amelia's voice grew colder: "Just for that, you're already doomed."Terrence's eyes narrowed: "You say you're one of William's people. What proof do you have?"Amelia didn't answer. Instead, she walked straight to the table, sat down unceremoniously, crossed her long legs, and tossed a switchblade onto the table with a crisp 'snap.' She looked up, her tone icy as she rebuked, "Terrence, M
Soon, ten people approached from a distance, each holding a gun and wearing a mask, heading straight for the house where Amelia lived.The man leading them was the one who had come before: "Did you know we were coming?"They were puzzled, as if their plans had been leaked, and became more cautious. Just like the ancient empty city strategy, perhaps this whole scene was a carefully designed trap."If you could follow me here, naturally I could spot your movements as well." Amelia toyed with a switchblade in her hand, her tone eerily calm. "Why didn't Quincy come with you? I suppose he was willing to spend the money to send you here to die.""What do you mean?" The leader's brows furrowed as he glanced around, wary of an ambush. After waiting a moment and seeing no reaction, he turned his gaze back. "We don't want any trouble. Just hand over the bronze vase and we won't kill anyone."Amelia looked at him. "You, I think I recognize you. Even with the mask, I remember—you seem to be one o
The man wrapped himself up tightly, leaving only his eyes exposed. Soon, a business van stopped in front of him, and after getting in, he left the entrance of the auction house.Just as Amelia was about to get up and give chase, Carl's voice sounded: "We can't catch up, we don't have a car. We came here in Colten's car.""Letting us down at a critical moment. If I'd known, I would have arranged for another car when we came." Amelia had no choice but to sit back down. "That person just now didn't seem like Quincy. I remembered some of his features.""From my angle, I happened to see the license plate—three digits, 178." Carl stirred his coffee. "We can ask someone to look into it."Amelia took note of it and sent the license plate number to the embassy.After a while, the embassy replied: "This license plate belongs to the Embassy of Canada."Seeing this, Amelia frowned. "Embassy of Canada... That means the person who just left is very likely from the Embassy of Canada."Carl looked up
When the crowd heard this, they all returned to their seats. This was the first time there had ever been a hidden item; such a situation had never occurred before.Two staff members carefully carried a tray covered with white silk onto the stage. On the tray was an object protected by a glass dome, but since it was draped with a cloth, its contents could not be seen.The host picked up the microphone, his voice deliberately dramatic: "Ladies and gentlemen, the next hidden finale item is an ancient bronze vessel from the East. After appraisal by our hired experts, it has a history of over two thousand years, with exquisite craftsmanship and extremely high collectible value!"As the host finished speaking, the two staff members carrying the tray lifted the white cloth, revealing the bronze vessel.It was a bronze vase with a simple, ancient shape, about thirty-five centimeters tall. The body was engraved with intricate patterns and some symbols resembling characters. There were symmetri
"What letter?" Amelia raised an eyebrow, seeming to show some interest."It's called a letter, but it's more like an order." The woman handed the letter to Amelia.Amelia glanced at it. Just as the woman had said, the contents of the letter were simply Kellen's orders for Gamal.The woman sighed, "I actually suspected him too, but we were married. Without any evidence, I chose to trust him. But just recently, I found this under the bed.""Maybe he wanted to keep a way out for himself." Amelia's thoughts cooled a bit. The letter wasn't of much use; most likely, it was just to prevent Kellen from abandoning him in the future."I think so too." The woman composed herself. "Alright, enough about him. He's already paid the price for what he did. I shouldn't bring him up. I just wanted to invite you all for a meal."Suddenly, the woman looked at Colten. "Colten, there was quite a commotion at the door just now. What happened?""Well... someone accused me of secretly taking photos." Colten s
Amelia stood beside Colten, her gaze fixed intently on the girl in the short skirt. Although the girl appeared to be 'crying,' no tears actually fell, and her clenched fists seemed to express indignation rather than the pain of having her innocence destroyed.A few so-called 'righteous people' stood nearby, seemingly standing up for the girl in the short skirt, but their eyes kept darting to her wrist, as if waiting for some kind of signal.The girl in the short skirt choked out, "You're a girl too. Would you ever falsely accuse someone and ruin your own innocence?""A normal girl wouldn't," Amelia replied coolly, her eyes calm. "Except for certain people!""What do you mean by that!" The girl in the short skirt cried even harder. "You're on his side, so you're speaking up for him, but everyone else here is a good person—they can tell right from wrong!"Amelia smiled slowly. "Let's just handle this officially. If he really did secretly film you, I'll personally see that he goes to jai







