"Miss Wei Lan, you—"
The sound of hurried, chaotic footsteps rapidly approached. Then the dressing-room door was forced open.
The first female security guard to enter had a grave look in her eyes, but when she glanced into the room, she paused.
She nodded, and only then did the people behind her follow in. They were all heavily armed private security personnel, with the rosy-nosed investigator among them. When they looked into the room, they all seemed a little bewildered.
Inside the room were only Wei Lan, Han Su, and Xu Ji, the three people who didn't fit in.
Two were sitting on chairs, and one on the sofa, arranged in a triangle. Xu Ji's face was covered in paper slips, and there was one stuck to Wei Lan's cheek. Only Han Su had half-risen to his feet, holding the King Bomb high in his hand, ready to throw it down!
The tense-looking crowd didn't know what to say.
Wei Lan turned around, looking a little puzzled. She lifted the paper slip from her face and smiled. "What's wrong?"
She seemed a little embarrassed as she added, "I've met too many important people today, and I'm a bit tired. I was just coming back to touch up my makeup."
"Has the auction gala been moved up?"
"No, the auction gala has been canceled."
The female security guard at the front recovered and stepped forward, her voice low and serious. "There was an attack at the banquet just now. They even brought guns. Fortunately, Mr. Du was there to deal with them. When the host noticed Miss Wei wasn't in the hall, he was worried about your safety and sent me to check on you."
"Danger?"
Wei Lan looked surprised. "Was the old gentleman unharmed?"
"He was fine."
The female security