"Cough, I heard there was an attack on guests recently. Miss Xin, could we discuss some future security measures... alone?" Mary's abrupt voice was sweet, almost too sweet, like honey laced with something darker.
The sound of it sent a shiver down Xinyue Zhilan's spine—goosebumps prickling her skin as she heard Mary speak for the first time.
But Mary's attention was fixed on Xin Meifang, whose smile faltered under the intensity of Mary's gaze.
There was something undeniably uneasy about Mary—her beauty sharp, almost dangerous.
"Yes, of course," Meifang replied, quickly regaining her composure.
Her smile was smooth as she reached for a glass of wine, her movements fluid and graceful. "Follow me," she added, leading Mary to a secluded corner of the beach.
Her hips swayed subtly as she walked, confidence returning with each step.
