"Lady Qiandai, I have found the information you requested. The death of Miss Xue Ying may be related to this person. On the back of the photograph, there is his address."
In the Presidential Suite of the Imperial Grand Hotel in Jiangdu City, a man respectfully knelt on the ground, raising a photograph overhead and handing it to the noblewoman seated on the sofa.
The noblewoman was dressed in a kimono, her beauty striking, with long hair coiled atop her head, adorned with four hairpins.
She appeared elegant, noble, beautiful, and enchanting...
However, upon her stunning face, not a single expression was to be found. She took the photograph, her delicate brows furrowing as she said in fluent Huaxian, "Are you sure you haven't made a mistake? He was capable of killing Xue'er? Xue'er could summon Lesser Divine Generals."
