"Ah!!!"
A piano crashed through the floor-to-ceiling window, speeding across the lush lawn and eventually plummeting, shattering on a gray path outside the mansion.
The guards outside the door kept silent, carefully standing at their posts, daring not to breathe, as cold sweat slid down their foreheads.
Several professionals stood in the hallway, peeking through the door crack of the reception room, while the butler stood at the doorway signaling for them all to step back.
Inside the reception room, Olivia in a purple dress stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the green magic power patterns on her arms still shimmering brightly.
Ling Yuheng sat on the sofa, holding a white porcelain cup, savoring her tea. Steve stood behind Ling Yuheng, silently, with a round shield on his back.
"You obviously messed things up," Ling Yuheng said.
Olivia turned around, her arm muscles swelling, discontentedly said, "Are you blaming me?"
