Unperturbed by Coen’s words, Hannah picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of her mouth,pletely ignoring the people next to her.


    In the monitoring room, the scene shifted.


    The staff collected the documents, discarding the unsigned ones into a trash can and carefully handing over the signed documents to his boss.


    “Boss, only twelve people have signed the agreement, and Miss Moore is among them,” he reported.


    The man took the agreement from the top of the stack, noting that the first signature was Hannah’s.


    “There are six people who didn’t sign.


    What do you think is the reason?”


    The man’s voice was cold.


    After reading the agreement, he slowly nced at the person standing beside him.


    The staff member lowered his head, his body trembling slightly.


    “The three older people are very cautious… As for the other three…”


    He ryed what he had observed.


    “They are actually very cautious too, but Miss Moore and the man sitting opposite her signed the agreement directly.


    I don’t know what they n to do.


    ”


    “Okay,” the man replied, his finger lightly touching Hannah’s signature on the agreement.


    “Forget it.


    I won’t make things difficult for you.


    But these six people who don’t want to participate in my game, it makes me a little angry.


    Tonight, give one of them some punishment as a warning.


    Do you understand what I mean?”


    Suddenly overwhelmed by a chill, the staff member nodded vigorously and assured, “Boss, don’t worry.


    I’ll handle it perfectly.Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    But… Out of these six candidates, whom do you prefer?”


    Peering at the monitor screen, the man shed a sly grin and suggested, “How about her? I’m curious to see what unfolds if she encounters misfortune.


    ”


    The staff member nced at the selected image, his face betraying a hint of unease before he responded, “Yes, boss.


    ”


    As the bizarre dinner party concluded, they emerged from the gloomy room.


    Lydia inhaled the crisp air and eximed, “I was practically gasping for breath in there.


    It felt so oppressive, as though eyes are constantly watching us.


    ”


    Hannah offered no reply.


    Lydia was correct.


    Someone had indeed been observing them.


    Silently, Hannah followed the group out.


    Lydia continued to chatter away to Brayden as they walked.


    Hannah raised her gaze to the dark sea ahead.


    The ferryy moored at the shore, its interior shadowed and still, resembling a dormant beast that could never be stirred.


    When Hannah thought about it, her brow furrowed slightly.


    Suddenly, an idea struck her.


    She was eager to test it but would have to wait until nightfall.


    One by one, the others retired to their rooms.


    Alone, Hannah made her way to the third floor.