Chapter Fifteen: The Devil Descends Again
A gigantic branched white crystal chandelier hung from a profound ceiling, its radiant light reflecting off the dark red wooden walls. Ancient murals glowed with a mysterious and archaic luminescence, lending the study a deep and atmospheric aura.
On the red velvet sofa sat a slender black silhouette, an attractive three-dimensional profile fluctuating between light and shadow, inscrutable and enigmatic.
"Master, I've thoroughly investigated. She is indeed Mandara; the disappearance of Dragon Ring is largely related to her. Currently, I've discovered her real name; she is Xia Yanxin, nineteen years old, a journalist for Midian Media. Before we captured her, she even had contact with military personnel..." Monica eyed the small figure on the floor with a complex expression. This little woman truly had the guts of a burglar, even daring to steal the Dragon Ring...
