Perfect

Hazel was still dizzy and did not understand how she was tied up.

"Who are you?"

Hazel stood still and stared at the man with her clear eyes. "Even if I serve you well, I can't go out alive, right?"

"It depends on your luck."

The door was closed. Hazel felt resistance and she was pushed in. Soon, the door was locked again.

This was a luxurious inner room with crystal lights hanging from the ceiling, as bright as day.

The fragrance of the lilies in the inner room could not hide the thick smell of blood. It was obvious that something terrible had happened here.

The ground was covered with shiny marble. Hazel lowered her head. The marble reflected her figure and she clearly saw the fear in her eyes.

Behind her, there were rhythmic footsteps.

"Very good. Perfect."

The man was wearing a well-ironed suit, which was from a high-end brand. It was custom-made and expensive. And the white shirt inside was spotlessly clean.