The Woman From Hell

The car drove to the West End, which was half an hour away from the city center. It was the most mysterious place for many civilians in Salt City because it was not a place where one could come just because one had money.

Unless you were a dignitary or a celebrity, you could not even step foot here.

Even though it was a small place, in addition to food and housing, there were a lot of entertainment establishments there.

The car stopped at the outskirts of the turf club because the only way to get inside was to take a special car in.

The servants led me in and I got into a Lincoln stretch limousine. After I got in, I finally met Tyler face-to-face. He was sitting with a glass of wine in his hand. H e swayed his glass at me, his fox-like brown eyes tinged with pleasure. "Wandy, you're finally here." Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

I finally saw him. He was still the same. Even after six years, he had not changed one bit. He still looked elegant and well-mannered, disguising himself well.

Even so, I could feel the bloodthirsty aura emanating from his bones invading my limbs through the air.

Instinctually, I lifted my dress and tried to get out of the car.

Tyler reached out and pinned me down in my seat as h e said in a deep voice, "Hey, you just got here. For the sake of both of us, you'd better behave."

Even though he was saying those words softly, his eerie aura from the depths of hell gave me goosebumps all over my body.

I lowered my head in silence for a long time before I could stop the trembling deep inside of me. I finally looked up and asked, "Where's Cecilia?"

"As long as you behave, she'll be fine," Tyler stared at me the entire time and answered casually. Then, he lifted my chin with one hand and said, "You haven't changed at all even after all these years. You're still so beautiful that I just can't take my eyes off of you."

"Don't do that." I turned my head. I was not used to being looked at by him like that.

"Wandy, never forget that you'll always be my little sister." He suddenly became a bit cold and said seriously, "Whether in politics or business, the Lane family is second to none. We can never be worse-off compared to anyone else, so just follow my lead tonight."

I did not understand what he meant by that. I knew that him being here meant that in just six years, he had leaped to the top of the pyramid and was no longer the Tyler who only killed and hacked.

The car drove for about ten minutes before it stopped i n front of a resplendent and magnificent building.

Tyler got out of the car first, opened my door, smiled at me, and said, "When you get out, hook your arm with mine."

I hated and feared that smile of his. He was a person who had licked the drops of blood on the tip of a knife before. Even if his smile looked warm, all I saw was the cold arrow of murder.

I had no choice but to get out of the car and walk inside while linking arms with him just like he ordered.

This was a Spanish-style house with an elegant and noble design. After getting out of the car, there was a long path that was red-carpeted.

In order to match the evening gown, I wore a pair of high heels today. It was fortunate that I was holding onto Tyler. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to walk across this long path.

After I went through the door, what I saw was not the hall but a cobblestone pathway. We had to walk past a small garden before we got to the hall, and in front of the small garden was a giant poster.

When I saw what the poster was, I realized that it was Petra's birthday party. When she came to deliver the invitation this morning, I did not take a close look at the time or address.

After that, I forgot all about it because of Tyler. Now that I thought about it, I assumed the dinner party Theo mentioned at noon was probably this same one.

At that moment, guests in threes or twos were standing in the small garden with glasses of wine, chatting.

Sure enough, I easily spotted Theo from the crowd. His hand-made suit made his straight body look even more upright. His short hair and perfect facial features made him stand out even from afar.

Since it was Petra's birthday party, all the big names i n Salt City’s business and politics circles were here. If I, Mrs. Grant, was seen attending the event linking arms with another man, it would be embarrassing to Theo.

When I thought about that, I was scared and worried. I hurriedly pulled my arm out of Tyler's arm.

Tyler nodded and greeted everyone around while pulling my arm back into his as if nothing had happened. With a smile, he said softly, "Wandy, you're misbehaving again.”