The grand estate’s party buzzed behind her, but Jia’s footsteps echoed louder in the empty marble corridor. She didn’t look back as she slipped through the side exit, the night air cool against her skin.
A breath caught behind her. “Miss Jia!”
She turned sharply.
Daniel Han stood there, the sharp lines of his tailored suit barely containing the tension in his stance. His eyes searched hers—equal parts frustration and something new, something dangerous.
“Wait. Just… talk to me.”
She crossed her arms, unyielding. “Talk? About what, Mr Han? How you try to trap me in a game I never agreed to?”
He took a step closer, but she held firm.
“I didn’t come to play along,” she said coldly. “Let me be honest with you, I came here to break off the engagement. I was actually going to make that clear tonight. But thanks to what you did—”
Her voice dropped, ice sharp.
“—Now I have a score to settle.”
Daniel’s smirk faltered.
She smiled then—not warmth, but steel.