Chapter 82 The Trap

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Stacy sat on the plush couch, the white box resting on her lap.

She glanced up to see An Xin's eyes shining with anticipation through the phone. The eagerness in An Xin's gaze was palpable, infectious even.

With a gentle touch, Stacy began to remove the red ribbon that encircled the pristine white box. The ribbon slid off effortlessly, revealing a lid adorned with intricate patterns.

Stacy lifted it with a sense of detachment, as if she were revealing a mundane object, not aware of the treasure that lay inside.

A white cloth lay delicately draped over the contents, hiding them from view. An Xin giggled, unable to contain her excitement. Her enthusiasm was so intense it was as if she were the one receiving the gift.

Stacy, however, continued with her unyielding expression, seemingly indifferent to the unfolding excitement.