On the top floor of Skytel, the clear sound of high heels hitting the ground sounded.

"Rat-a-tat..."

The one who made the sound must be arrogant. The rhythm was not fast nor slow, and it was like cutting people's necks little by little with a blunt knife.

Suddenly, the sound stopped.

A middle-aged woman stood outside Bella's office. Dressed in a black silk dress, she was wearing spectacles with gold wire frames and an emerald necklace.

She looked up slowly, glanced at the closed door in front of her, and ordered in a cold voice, "Open the door."

Behind her, there was a strong black-haired woman with a ponytail.

Hearing...