Sampson only noticed Rosemary when the two girls turned around. He hadn’t realized that one of them was the girl he’d t at the diner—the one who bore a striking resemblance to his sister.
Before Sampson could say anything else, Angela quickly apologized in a hushed tone,
"I’m sorry, Sampson. I just had a little falling out with Kelly. I wanted to put her in her place. I usually treat the patrons of the club with respect."
Upon hearing the na Kelly, Sampson couldn’t help but picture Rosemary’s face.
"Don’t bother them anymore."
"Do you know them?" Angela was surprisingly upset. She hadn’t expected Kelly—that infuriating hussy—to have so many connections, even Sampson standing up for her.
"Do you rember when you threw a tantrum and your father cut off your allowance for three months?"
"Sampson, these are my friends. Why are you bringing this up?" Angela turned a bit red, clearly embarrassed.
"You’re grown up now. Pick your battles wisely."
"Yes, I will heed your advice."
As Sampson made his way to the private room, Danny, his trailing assistant, couldn’t help but whisper,
"Mr. Sampson, did you happen to notice that the girl we just passed looks a lot like your sister? Could it be possible that the big fire from years ago..."
"I’ve had my suspicions too," Sampson admitted in a low voice. "But she’s a Piper. If there was a mix-up, the Pipers wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret for all these years."
"Could it be possible the Pipers never noticed?"
"Look into it."
"Understood."
Kelly and Rosemary were led to private room 9111 by the staff.
"So, what’s the deal between you and Angela?" Rosemary asked casually.
"We went to the sa school. She always liked to compete with others, and we’d sotis run into each other at parties our parents took us to. We’ve had a few unpleasant encounters."
"Seems like we’ve both made so enemies."
"No, she’s not even qualified to be my enemy." Kelly glanced at the ti and patted Rosemary’s shoulder.
"The auction starts in twenty minutes. I have to go."
She had so business to attend to.
"Alright, be careful out there."
"Don’t worry, I’ve traveled far and wide. You, on the other hand, should watch out for Angela. We don’t want her causing you any trouble."
"I think she’s pretty scared of Mr. Sampson. I should be fine."
"Still, better safe than sorry." With a few words of caution, Kelly left.
Rosemary sat down on the couch in the room, exuding a boss-like aura. She sent Roo a ssage on WhatsApp.
After a while, there was a knock at the door.
Rosemary instantly beca alert.
"Who is it?"
"Ms. Rose, it’s . I’m sorry for the earlier inconvenience. I’ve brought a fruit basket and two bottles of red wine as an apology."
Rosemary opened the door to find the staff mber from before. She stepped aside to let him in.
The staff mber pushed his cart into the room and began unloading the items onto the table.
"I’m really sorry for the unpleasant experience earlier. These are on the house. I hope you and Miss Kelly can overlook tonight’s incident."
"Alright."
"If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way." The staff mber left after delivering the items.
On the table in front of Rosemary were a fruit basket, two bottles of red wine, so pastries, and lemon water.
She poured herself a glass of lemon water, gave it a sniff to make sure it wasn’t spiked, and took a sip.
Suddenly, there was a noise from the balcony. A person dropped onto her balcony.
As the curtains billowed in the breeze, the person stepped into the room.
Rosemary was about to make her move when she recognized the man standing before her. It was Mr. Sampson—the sa man she had seen earlier.
He had managed to escape from the neighboring balcony, clutching his injured arm. His white shirt was spotted with blood, and a group of seven or eight n were trailing behind him.
Perhaps not expecting to run into Rosemary here, Sampson was surprised. The girl wasn’t wearing a mask. Her striking features were exposed, and she bore a striking resemblance to his sister.
The group of n quickly lunged at Sampson. Rosemary, with her swift and agile movents, stepped in to help.
The auctioneer’s voice bood excitedly from the speakers on the wall,
"Nightshade for the first call at 3 million!"
Upon hearing this, Rosemary turned her gaze to the auctioneer, who was gripping his gavel, eager to finalize the sale.
As two n lunged at her with their knives, Rosemary kicked their wrists away, swiftly knocking them to the ground.
"Nightshade for the second call at 3 million!"
Rosemary’s eyes darted toward the button next to the couch. Just as she was about to press it, two more n swung their knives at her.
"Nightshade for the third and final call at 3 million—sold! Let’s congratulate Mr. Murray for successfully bidding on today’s first rare item: Nightshade! Let’s give him a big round of applause!"
The cara focused on Mr. Murray, who was smiling and nodding under the spotlight.
Rosemary was speechless.
Sampson could see the frustration and disappointnt in the girl’s eyes. Had she co tonight intending to bid on Nightshade?
The next lot was quickly introduced.
Rosemary had already taken down four or five n.
Sampson was surprised at the girl’s abilities. It seed that these n were no match for her.
The remaining three or four n, realizing they were outmatched, jumped overboard and swam away.
"Are you alright?" Sampson asked with concern.
Rosemary glanced at him.
"You’ve been poisoned."
"You an my wound is poisoned?"
"Including your scent. You must have inhaled sothing. You’re weak."
Given that this man had stepped in to help them on the deck earlier, Rosemary placed her slender fingers on his pulse.
"As I suspected."
Sampson was intrigued. He did feel weak, which was why those low-level thugs could seize an opportunity.
At that mont, the door was kicked open, revealing a wounded Danny with a dozen of his n.
"I apologize, sir. I was foolish to fall for their diversion."
Earlier, he had heard a commotion on the balcony. When he arrived, he saw several suspicious n attempting to flee. He imdiately pursued them, leaving his boss alone in the room.
It was only later he realized he had been duped.
Seeing Rosemary, he was taken aback. This girl bore an uncanny resemblance to his boss’s sister.
However, he didn’t forget his duty and quickly apprehended the unconscious thugs on the floor.
"It’s a simple hypnotic scent. It needs to be dispersed in the air two hours in advance. You should check who entered your room two hours ago."
After saying this, Rosemary took out a small spray bottle from her backpack. She sprayed the antidote onto Sampson’s wound.
"What are you doing?" Danny beca tense.
"The wound is poisoned. This is the antidote."
After spraying the antidote, Rosemary bandaged Sampson’s wound with a white bandage and said,
"Give your hand."
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