Elsewhere, Xie Meirong and Lin Ruoxi returned to their room only to find an unexpected figure lying on their bed, a girl whose presence was as bewildering as it was alarming.
Exchanging glances filled with confusion and a hint of intrigue, Xie Meirong's eyes sparkled with an unconventional thought. "She would make a good art piece..." she mused, her chuckle breaking the silence, a sound that seemed out of place in the solemnity of the moment.
Lin Ruoxi, ever the voice of reason, paused her burgeoning creativity with a more pressing concern.
She held up her phone, displaying the stark instructions that had been sent to them: dispose of this woman by throwing her back onto the streets under the cloak of night.
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As Long Tian frantically searched for Chen Xiaoya, his desperation mirrored in the chaos that engulfed the hotel, he was oblivious to the fact that the wheels of fate had already turned.
