The footsteps grew fainter and fainter.
Listening to the sounds outside, Song Shiqin knew that Zhang Zijun had walked away. Only then did he put down the documents in his hand and fetched the curious card from beneath a book.
He leaned back lazily in his chair, his long legs propped up on the desk, a casual gesture exuding an aura of commanding presence.
His well-defined fingers toyed with a card, his delicate eyes slightly narrowed, dark shadows swirling in their depths.
This card was strange.
The front was adorned with a deep starlight pattern, emanating an ancient and mystical aura.
However, the other side was completely blank, cleaner than a sheet of white paper.
Just who was she really?
Why did she appear at the clubhouse that day?
And how did she recognize Dick, who was disguised as a waiter?
And wasn't it too coincidental that she was just taken hostage by Dick?
Was she truly just the young miss of the Chu Family?