Rory was taken aback, her expression immediately turning cold as she regarded Yvette with caution. "No one in Vorazia knows my true identity except a few close confidants," she mused. "How could this Yvette know?"

Rory had reached her current position through sheer willpower. Had she been less careful, she would have been devoured in the unforgiving Golden Triangle long ago. She stared at Yvette with a sinister look. "How did you know my identity?"

Yvette, sitting on the sofa with arms crossed, watched Rory calmly. Curling her toes, she maintained her indifferent demeanor, her beautiful almond eyes slightly narrowed. "I guessed," she replied slowly. "Do you believe me?"

Rory instantly drew a dark pistol, aiming it at Yvette. "Do you think I believe you? Do you take me for a fool? Who sent you here? Tell me the truth, or I'll ensure there's no place for you to hide within ten miles."

Unperturbed by Rory's rage, Yvette simply curled her lips, her flawless face betraying no emotion. In an instant, she extended her slender fingers, and the gun was in her possession.

Lucille, kneeling, was stunned. The speed was breathtaking; she hadn't even seen Yvette move. Rory was equally shocked. Before she could call for help, Yvette twirled the gun and tossed it onto the sofa.

Rory's words were cut short. Yvette had taken her gun, then casually discarded it. What is she planning? she wondered.

Rory cautiously backed away, her eyes fixed on Yvette, filled with confusion. Yvette's presence completely overshadowed her own. "What exactly are you here for? Speak plainly. You dared to come alone to my territory, claiming it wasn't intentional?" Rory demanded.

Yvette flicked her eyelids, leaning back in a commanding posture. Despite being on Rory's turf, the room felt like Yvette's domain. Her eyes were icy, her features cold and aloof. "I came to your territory? Wasn't it one of your women who brought me here?" she replied slowly.

Rory's gaze immediately fell on Lucille, who trembled. "No, it was me," Lucille stammered. "Boss, I truly didn't mean to. I just thought she was beautiful and wanted to bring her to you. I didn't know who she was or how skilled she is."

Lucille was also stunned by Yvette's display. How could I have known Yvette was so skilled and reckless? she thought. If I had known, I wouldn't have done such a foolish thing.

Rory glanced at Yvette, then at the gun. She felt a little more relaxed. If Yvette were truly an enemy, she would have acted when she took the gun. Since she didn't, she might not be, Rory reasoned. Already impressed, she was willing to believe Yvette wasn't sent by an enemy. But how did she know who I am? That remained a mystery.

To make an example, Rory ordered the guards to drag Lucille away and feed her to the dogs.

After this, Rory intently studied Yvette, searching for any trace of fear or a slip-up. Disappointed to find none, her uncertainty grew.

Lucille, hearing this, collapsed, begging frantically, "Boss, I'm sorry! I only wanted to bring Yvette to you. Please forgive me! I've served you for years, I deserve some credit. I've found so many women for you—"

Rory cut her short. "Shut up. Take her away."

The guards silenced Lucille and dragged her out. Moments later, a scream, then silence.

Yvette lifted her gaze, her slanted eyes alluring and defiant. She picked up an orange juice a servant had brought and took a sip, showing no apprehension.

Rory, taken aback, quickly composed herself and sat down. "You really guessed? Guessed I'm Ms. Miller?"

Yvette nodded calmly, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Yes, you're quite famous in Voraxia."

Rory's mood brightened. As a woman who had risen to her position through her own efforts, reputation meant a great deal. Though elated, she remained cautious. "Yvette, you're smart, and I like you. Since you discovered my identity, you must have heard a rumor. Those who've seen my true face are my closest associates. If you refuse to stay, I won't let you leave alive. Escape is impossible."

Yvette propped her head up, legs crossed, raised an eyebrow, and smiled lightly. "Impossible? I love challenging the impossible."

Rory's anger flared. Before she could speak, Yvette calmly added, "I'm from Clusia."

Rory paused, wondering if Yvette was changing the subject. Treating Yvette as prey, Rory nodded patiently. "I know. I have a quarter Clusian blood."

Yvette said, "I'm from Dungo Village, and Holden is my uncle." Rory was utterly stunned.

Holden's involvement was her deepest secret, known to no one, not even her closest confidants. Most of her people were controlled by Holden's poisonous insects, disguised as drugs. This was her biggest secret.

Yvette was from Dungo Village and related to Holden. Rory stared at her. "You say you're Holden's niece? What proof do you have? Should I just believe you? Even if you are, what does that have to do with me? Did you come to Vorazia specifically to find me?" Rory had too many questions. Yvette is too mysterious, she thought.