When I found Jason Carter, he was accompanied by a girl in a flowing white dress.

Her makeup was light, looking innocent.

After organizing the diagnosis report in my bag, I pulled out a bright red lipstick and touched up my lips.

"Jason Carter, are you enjoying yourself?"

My appearance stirred no reaction; Jason Carter didn't even glance up.

This scene was nothing new to the people around.

I walked over directly, grabbing the girl by the arm and raising my hand to slap her—

The girl turned pale with fear, tears welling up in her eyes, and cried out: "Jason, save me!"

"Emily Lane, try touching her and see...