"He didn't say anything else?" Milady asked.
Maiya shook her head. Her gaze shifted to the space behind Milady, and her expression suddenly changed, growing tense once more. Milady didn't need to be told; she already knew who was approaching from behind.
As Maiya took the opportunity to slip away and Milady turned around, she was met with Xi Yadu's iron-gray eyes, just as she'd expected.
Like most of the men present, he wore a black formal suit. But for some reason, the black attire on him seemed to tear a narrow rift in space—a dark chasm from which even light could not escape.
"Allow me to toast your good fortune," he said, raising his glass. The smile on his lips was both polite and mocking. "So, you were hiding right beneath our feet while Yu Gan and I were talking."
