The socialites scattered in panic, not even caring where Sophie was, just chasing blindly in the direction she had gone.


    Sophie''s white dress made her an easy target, drawing the hunters toward her instantly.


    Meanwhile, Sandy seized the chance to hop into the elevator heading to the second floor, the only one that went straight to the seating area upstairs. The masked spectators were still engrossed in watching the game.


    Calming her breath, Sandy hid in a discreet corner on the second floor. With everyone''s eyes glued to the chaos below, no one noticed her. "Help! Somebody, please help me!"


    One of the socialites, hampered by her high heels, was dragged into a corner by a hunter, her desperate cries echoing through the hall.


    Sandy''s heart pounded as she saw the white figure disappear onto the second floor. The socialites hadn''t realized that capturing Sophie would end the game prematurely. They didn''t need to wait three hours; they''d all be dead by then! Sandy soon noticed that Vanessa was missing. As she tried to figure out where Vanessa had gone, another socialite''s shrieks filled the air: "Save me! I don''t want to die!"


    Sandy clutched her dress tightly, her breath growing uneven.


    Sophie was cornered by two socialites.


    "We don''t want to die, Sophie! If we sacrifice you, we might be safe!"


    Sophie''s eyes turned icy. As the two socialites lunged at her, she didn''t hold back, swiftly taking them down with punches and kicks. The pampered socialites, untrained in self-defense, were no match for her.


    "If you catch me, you''ll die even faster," Sophie said coldly. "Run faster and avoid getting caught. Survive for three hours, and someone wille to save us."


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    At that moment, a masked hunter approached, bypassing Sophie to knock out the two socialites. Sophie was stunned.


    The hunter came closer, his voice low: "Vanessa''s on the fifth floor."


    Sophie quickly recognized the voice: "Logan? What are you doing here?" "Your dress is too conspicuous. They''re targeting you and not the others." "That''s easy to fix."


    Sophie swiftly unzipped the back of her dress.


    Logan was taken aback: "What are you doing?"


    Underneath her white mermaid gown was a ck bodycon skirt. "You..."


    "I knew there''d be trouble, so I prepared in advance."Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    Seeing Sandy''s ck tulle dress had given her the idea. She chose ck to stay cautious and to blend in better, especially useful for stipping away unnoticed at night.