Did you guys hear? Yvette Zeller, the oldest daughter of the Chambers family, is back. This is going to be interesting.

Honestly, what difference does it make? Winona Chambers is already a well-known socialite in Seacrity. I heard Richard Griffin, the master oil painter, wants to train her as his apprentice. What chance does a country girl have against a lady?

By the way, didn't you all forget that the Chambers family has a marriage contract with the Carter family? Yvette's return, after her disappearance, which allowed the opportunity to shift to Winona, is bound to create tension between the sisters.

I totally agree. This is about to get exciting. Place your bets! Which Chambers sister will win over Victor?

Count me in! I bet one hundred and fifty dollars.

Me too! I'll put up three hundred dollars!

In a small farmyard, two groups of assassins faced off. Their numbers were roughly equal, and the air thrummed with unspoken danger.

In the center sat a girl in her early twenties. Her beauty was breathtaking, captivating even the most hardened killers. But her cool composure was even more striking. She held a potted Rothschild's Orchid, a rare and valuable flower, which she set aside indifferently. Her gaze swept over the black-clad figures, causing them to instinctively take defensive positions.

A soft chuckle broke the tension. Yvette relaxed, her menacing aura vanishing. "Tell Joe I won't be involved in Ameria right now," she said.

The assassins on the left, who had traveled thousands of miles for her reassurance, visibly relaxed. Those on the right, however, looked doomed.

Yvette paused. "Tell your boss, whatever happens in Afria, as long as he stays away from my country, I won't interfere. I've got better things to do." To Yvette, they were merely tiresome troublemakers. She was on vacation and craved peace.

The men on the right visibly relaxed. Both groups' leaders exchanged glances and said in unison, "Thanks, Ms. Zeller." Their questions answered, they departed. Their very presence—a dozen top assassins from two continents—spoke volumes about Yvette's enigmatic power. They were hunters, yet here they felt like the prey.

After dismissing the assassins, Yvette packed her things. She ate a meal she'd prepared, her movements unhurried. Then, she heard approaching footsteps and murmurs. She recognized them as ordinary people, lacking internal energy. ‘My guests have arrived,’ she mused.

Outside, Lucas Buckley and Tina Grant grumbled about the treacherous mountain path. For Lucas, a butler in a noble family, the journey was arduous. He wouldn't be enduring this if it weren't for Yvette. Tina, a servant gathering intelligence for Winona, enjoyed fueling Lucas's resentment, believing it would inconvenience Yvette.

Suddenly, Lucas stopped, his expression changing. Tina followed his gaze and gasped at the sight of Yvette.

"This girl is too stunning," they both whispered.

Yvette, standing in the misty mountain courtyard, seemed a fairy lost in the mortal world, enchanting them both into speechless awe.