Chapter 1217: Chapter 1217
Camilla Farrell hosted a small dinner party at her ho, inviting friends from the Won’s Rights Protection Federation and so lawyers from Prominence Law Firm.
Sydney Bennett was also there, dressed in a sleeveless black evening gown, with a semi-transparent champagne-colored satin shawl draped over her shoulders, exuding the charm of a mature woman.
Her expression was gentle and serene as she conversed softly with friends from the Won’s Rights Protection Federation, thanking them for their support during this period.
Seeing Purple Sumrs, Sydney approached with a wine glass, expressing her gratitude to her.
Purple Sumrs smiled and said, “I was just doing my job.”
She didn’t have any particular likes or dislikes towards Sydney, just a bit of curiosity.
In society, you often et restless people, but soone like Sydney, who remains indifferent no matter what happens, is indeed rare.
Purple Sumrs chatted with her casually, and then asked, “Now that the lawsuit is over, do you have any plans? Are you still planning to move abroad as scheduled?”
Sydney smiled and replied, “Not so soon. I plan to go abroad first to relax, find a place with beautiful scenery and stay for a while.”
A lady nearby heard this and joked, “You might have an unexpected encounter and et a good man.”
Everyone laughed.
Another person kindly reminded Sydney, “When you’re out travelling, you should be cautious, especially as a woman. It’s best to find a reliable local guide wherever you go.”
Sydney said, “I have friends accompanying . It will be fine.”
Everyone tily stopped the conversation without asking further whether her friends were n or won. The topic quickly shifted to the scenery of various countries, and the group laughed and chatted heartily, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.
Purple Sumrs didn’t intend to stay too late, and when she felt it was about ti, she prepared to leave.
Before leaving, she went to the bathroom and encountered Sydney.
Sydney was touching up her makeup in front of the sink, the satin shawl resting on her elbows, gracefully resembling a crescent moon in the water, charming in a unique way.
There are quite a few won in their thirties living elegantly and exquisitely, but Purple Sumrs always felt that Sydney’s deanor had a unique quality, sothing hard to describe, a kind of unforgettable distinctiveness.
“Just a mont,” Sydney smiled slightly at her, “I will be quick.”
Sydney applied her lipstick in the mirror, then turned sideways to make way.
Only then did Purple Sumrs notice that Sydney had a palm-sized tattoo on her left arm, a black rose.
They brushed past each other, and Purple Sumrs was montarily stunned, with so scenes inexplicably flashing through her mind. In disbelief, she turned to look at Sydney again—
Sydney had her back to her, gently pulling up the semi-transparent satin shawl and walked a few steps away.
… Was it a coincidence?
Purple Sumrs stared blankly.
The first Black Rose victim she rembered also had a similar tattoo on her shoulder.
Ti had blurred her mory of the specific details of that tattoo, she only rembered it was also a rose…
In fact, even if the tattoos were the sa, it wouldn’t prove anything.
After all, the second victim didn’t have any tattoos, so tattoos were never used as a significant clue for in-depth investigation.
But…
Purple Sumrs stared at that departing figure, thought for a mont, and called out, “Ms. Bennett.”
Sydney stopped and turned to look at Purple Sumrs.
“Your tattoo is very beautiful,” Purple Sumrs asked with a smile, “Can I take another look?”
Sydney fixed her gaze on Purple Sumrs for a mont, then smiled faintly, “Of course you can.”
She loosened the shawl, revealing her slender upper arm and said unhurriedly, “When I was young, I loved tattoos, so I got this one. I still rember the tattoo artist telling , humans are destined to be lonely, and only tattoos can accompany you for a lifeti.”
Purple Sumrs carefully examined the design and then looked up at her, “Why a rose? Does it have a special aning?”
Sydney lowered her eyes, gazing at the tattoo on her shoulder, “It was a pact with friends. We each got one.”
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