Night had fallen.
Darkness enveloped the earth, and the villa was silent.
Victoria Don was arranged in a guest room, an expression of discontent on her face.
She wanted to find Damon Hawke, but there were bodyguards outside his room preventing her from entering.
Did the Hawthorne think that this would keep her away from him?
Tomorrow, as soon as she saw him, she would definitely cry.
Victoria coldly smirked, remembering the prank at dinner, and angrily shredded a pair of casual pants into pieces.
At this moment, the lights suddenly went out.
Startled, Victoria paused what she was doing.
"How can there be a power outage in the villa?"
Victoria quickly got up, walked to the door, intending to go outside and check the situation.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw a female ghost with long hair covering her face, blood flowing from all seven orifices, rush towards her.
