Molly then laughed evilly. It was terrible.

"This woman made Rebecca deed. Do you think I will let her go easily?" Molly took a cigarette tremblingly. Then she continued to say, "No. Death can't give her a lot of pain. Luckily, the sniper didn't kill her. Hahaha. I must torture her hard and then let her die gradually. I don't believe the bitch can be saved every time."

Molly laughed loudly. The sound resounded again and again in the air.

After a while, Molly stopped laughing and calmed down. Then she told her plan to the man who was on that phone.

Morning

It was a good day with warm sunlight but not hot in the winter. The sunlight was everywhere in the Presidential Palace.

The snow had melted, and there was still a fresh breath in the air.

On the vacant ground of the presidential Palace, there was a garden which was set up temporarily, covered with long red carpets and various decorations. It was for the evening banquet.

There were more than 300 rooms in the Presidential Palace, including over 100 bedrooms, halls, and big dining rooms. The Presidential Palace was enough for containing more people.

With rolling stairs and burglar alarms, it can be the most comprehensive surveillance system in the world. There were about 20,000 books, 1600 paintings, and some furniture from 13 countries.

The ranch was large and wide. In the stables, every horse can be called the best one.

There was a big vegetable garden in the Presidential Palace. The vegetables grown in this garden were various and were fresher than vegetables that you bought from the supermarket.

More than 50 farmers worked here.

Besides, there was an orchard that was next to the vegetable garden.

These fruit trees, which were placed in order according to their height, were for enjoying the natural beauty. Some wild animals also lived there.

Behind the Presidential Palace, there was a dense and beautiful forest, which was for hunting.

Living here could be called a luxury life. For ordinary people, they couldn't even imagine, not to mention, to enjoy such a single day.

A maid helped Avery wake up early. Then the hairstylist and clothing stylist took turns to make her beautiful.

The stylist spent more than three hours making a hairstyle for Avery.

Her chestnut-colored hair was dyed brown hair and made a lovely loose braid updo with hair accessories decorated with more than 80 white pearls. It was just like a nobleman hairstyle.

Avery still closed her eyes. She asked the make-up artist to make light make-up.

But it wasn't.

With a small blue and warm dress, she looked graceful and elegant. She also wore a gemstone necklace.

The make-up artist worked slowly to avoid interrupting Avery's dream.

"Avery Peters—"

It was a dream. Avery suddenly heard a man called him.

The water kept flowing.

As the mist in front of her gradually dispersed, Avery saw a white-hot spring filled with white fog, petals fluttered and fell on the water.

Two naked men were sitting in the water.

A handsome man had deep eyes and charming smiles. When he smiles, his lips made a perfect line.

A woman who had long hair sat on his arms under the water.

The woman had white skin too.

The woman slowly moved as if she kept moving as the water waves moved.

Avery found they were Evan and her.

Avery didn't want to see how close they were. She wanted to look at the other side, but she found she had to look at them, she had no choice. She was floating in the air.

She saw them more clear. Whenever they moved, she looked clear.

Avery was looking down at them, suddenly, the woman grabbed Evan's face and peeled a human skin mask from his face.

"No!" Avery shouted, but they didn't hear.

It was not Evan. It was Mr. Lautner.

"No. No!" Avery shouted at them. "How can she be with Mr. Lautner? How?" Avery shouted.

Avery wanted to stop them, but as soon as she ran over them, she disappeared and mixed with the mist.

"No!" Avery yelled in a low voice. She opened her eyes and sat up from the make-up chair. The make-up artist was painting her eyebrows, but he failed because Avery suddenly moved.

"The princess?" the make-up artist checked whether there was a wound. Luckily, she was okay. The artist was relieved and asked, "Did the princess have a nightmare?"

The artist handed a piece of paper towel to Avery.

The forehead was full of sweat. The make-up had been mixed.

Avery took a heavy breath and took the paper towel in her hands blankly. Ever since she thought Evan was dead, she had dreamed about Mr. Lautner twice.

In her dreams, Evan always changed into Mr. Lautner, which made her wake up.

"Do you need to have a rest, princess?"

Avery nodded. She was really tired.

She pressed against her chest, thinking, "if Meyer got the correct news, it means Evan is in the B Country. So, he must be here for tonight's banquet."

Avery was in a loss and leaned back to the make-up chair. "If he comes…," Avery said herself.

Bang—

A glass bottle fell on the ground. Evan suddenly opened his eyes. He was lying on the sofa still.

He raised his waist and glanced at the watch. Evan frowned and pressed against the temple with his fingers.

Hearing the noises, Robert rushed into the room, finding a wine bottle fell on the ground from the coffee table and broken into pieces.

Robert glanced at Evan, finding his mask had been torn off.

"Where is the suit?"

"The suit had been prepared."

"Give me," Evan immediately sat up.

Robert clapped his hands, and then a few bodyguards took some latest hand-made suits into the room. They were different colors and styles.

Evan had bloodshot eyes and asked in a rough voice, "what color is her dress that she is going to wear tonight?"

"It is blue according to a maid's information."

"Fine, I choose the blue one."

Robert took a blue suit for Evan and found a tie for matching. Robert suddenly hesitated and asked, "Mr. Howel, are you going to claim that you are Evan Howel or Mr. Lautner?"