"Have you gathered any information about her?"
In a lavishly decorated living room, a woman sat comfortably, her legs crossed.
The palm of her hand rested against the right side of her face, her eyes closed.
Her face was exceptionally beautiful, with a graceful, delicate jawline.
Long, slightly wavy red hair cascaded down her back, and a golden ribbon engraved with a dragon was pinned between the strands.
Dressed in a red gown, her slim yet curvaceous figure—particularly her chest and hips—was impossible to ignore.
Even in stillness, she emanated a cold aura, an invisible wall that discouraged anyone from approaching.
This striking woman was none other than Vanessa.
Ever since the passionate night she shared with Arthur, Vanessa seemed to have undergone a change.
Where there had once been a hint of youthful innocence, her features now conveyed a more mature, fuller appearance.
