The winter in Quebec was very cold.

Julliane, went for a walked that night. Her steps were unstable and her heart was cold.

It was as cold as the winter in Quebec.

In a room at the Diamond Hotel.

She looked so small and vulnerable alone in this room.

Today was her mother's wedding day. It should have been a happy day, but she couldn't be happy.

Because there were some people standing in front of her. To be precise, there were a few men, men with bad intentions.

"Julliane, ah, ah, ah, ah, Julliane! You're such an idiot! You've been smart all your life, but fell into someone else's trap!"

She had been drugged and was given a high dosage of it.

Looking at these people in front of her, Julliane gritted her teeth.

"Pak!" Julliane smacked herself hard, causing her eyes to become blurry from the pain.

"Lady, don't hit yourself. I'll feel sorry for you."

In front of her, a redhead man chuckled evilly.

"Damn it!"

Julliane cursed and looked around, looking for an escape route.

She quickly found her target; a bottle of wine.

However, a considerable distance remained between the bottle and Julliane, making retrieval challenging.

Julliane's gaze intensifies, and a strategy began to formulate in her mind.

"Sir, can you come close to me. I, I want to..."

Julliane's eyes were as charming as an orchid, while her cheeks were flushed with crimson hue, suggesting an almost palpable warmth.

It looked very delicious and tempting, making people evoking a desire to indulge.

The man with red hair believed Julliane had begun to feel the effects of the medicine.

He smirked and said, "beauty, come here. I will fulfill your needs."

"Hmm..."

Julliane thought for a while and then moved closer to the man.

The man extended his arms, inviting Julliane to come closer.

Meanwhile, unnoticed by those around her, she subtly reached for the bottle.

Suddenly, Julliane's eyes flashed and she said fiercely, "Fuck you!"

She directly and neatly smashed the bottle of wine on the man's head.

"Clang! Clang!"

The wine bottle was broken!

The man shouted "Ah! It hurtsl!"

"Leave me alone!"

Seizing the opportunity when no one was watching, Julliane shoved the man aside and swiftly exited the room.

"Damn it! You! How dare you hit my face with a bottle!

Catch her, I will guarantee she'll face severe consequences!"

As soon as she disappeared at the stairs, a group of men clad in black emerged hastily.

Among them, a young man in red exhibited a fierce demeanor, unleashing a torrent of curses.

His face bore a wound approximately five to six centimeters with bright red blood flowing out. The scarlet skin and flesh were a disturbing sight.

On the twenty third floor of the Diamond Hotel, within the restricted area,

the expansive corridor was enveloped in silence. The sounds of Julliane's high heels echoed softly on the marble floor.

Julliane vehemently shook her head, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her, and discarded the bothersome high-heeled shoes.

"Hey! This door isn't locked!" With only one reason left, Julliane noticed a faint glow emanating from the door.

"Forget it! Let's go inside and hide!"

At this moment, the last vestige of reason for Julliane had vanished, and her mind become foggy.

"Ah!" Her body, abruptly slumped in the direction of the entrance, resembling and unsteady wooden pillar!

Whoosh!

The room made a startling noise.

Julliane held her hand and wanted to touch her nose. "My God! My nose hurts! What just happened?"

Julliane was taken by surprise when her hand made contact with an unfamiliar object. As she grasped the item, she attempted to rise. "Leave," a low, resonant voice emerged from the shadows, exuding an air of profound authority.

"Is this a person?"

Julliane rose gradually, her hand gliding along the wall until it met the door of the room. At that moment, she then noticed a man standing in front of her.

His form was reminiscent of a mermaid's silhouette, embodying the principles of golden proportion.

He surpassed the allure of a professional model.

His lips were full, carrying an undertone of aloofness.

His facial features appeared to be sculpted by divine hands, exuding a godlike handsomeness.

His eyes were both icy and intense. The chill was palpable.

It was excessively cold!

He was like a dark king from the underworld.

He stared at her with his cold and sharp glasses and said in a cold voice, "Get out!"

Julliane blinked her eyes, shook her dizzy head, and said, "Handsome guy, someone outside is trying to get me.

Let me hide here."

"Leave at once!"

The man was unflappable and merciless.

"No!"

Julliane possessed a resolute temperament. At that moment, she was determined to resist the situation she found herself in.

"Leave me alone!"

The man, visibly irritated, extended his arm and forcefully pushed her toward the exit. "Absolutely not! I'm not going out!"

Julliane exclaimed, her panic evident as she fought against his grip.

The ground was covered in water, making it extremely slippery.

Julliane used a great deal of force.

"Plop!"

Julliane forced the man to the ground, using her entire weight to pin him down.

She felt lightheaded and her conciousness started to fade at the same moment the effects of the medicine started to manifest.