"But there are more people here than I expected..."
"??"
Everyone's gaze sharpened with confusion. Who was this mysterious woman?
Could Wang Xiao have been hiding another beauty in the shadows all this time?
In the blink of an eye, the woman's form shimmered like a mirage on a scorching desert day.
Her once modest appearance transformed with ethereal grace—golden hair cascading like rivers of sunlight, framing a face as cold and flawless as a winter moon.
"Eveline...?" Wenxi's breath caught in her throat, her long lashes fluttering in surprise.
'You let her out?' Her gaze flickered toward Wang Xiao's broad back, her eyes narrowing in quiet accusation.
Mary, wide-eyed and startled, fumbled with her thoughts.
But Yue and Anran exchanged knowing glances.
They already knew Eveline's presence long before this moment; their curiosity now piqued, wondering what sharp words would fall from her lips.
