The banquet continued.
It could not come to a halt just because Marquis Wendy had died. Once a play began, it had to see things through to the end.
The waiters in the revolving restaurant efficiently cleaned the floor and stuffed Marquis Wendy's corpse into a sealed barrel, where it would wait to be hauled away with the kitchen waste.
Clearly, the waiters in this restaurant were no ordinary people, nor was this their first time handling this kind of "garbage."
When Black Spider drove in her first knife, she felt nothing.
No joy.
Nor any sense of relief.
She only felt dazed, as though everything she had experienced tonight was not quite real.
It was not until she saw Wendy being stuffed into the trash bin that she realized the person she had hated for more than a decade was truly dead.
The Fifth Princess and Borton were preparing to leave. Black Spider looked at them. "Aren't you going to say hello to the boss?"
Borton's eyes lit up.
The Fifth Princess smiled. "Qing Chen and I are merely partners. He is your boss, not mine. Besides, we still can't show our faces. Too many people want to kill us."
The light in Borton's eyes dimmed again, and he could only obediently follow behind the Fifth Princess.
The Fifth Princess stood on tiptoe and stroked his cheek. "Don't be so downcast, darling. You'll see your idol again soon enough."
"Fine," Borton said. "Then can you buy me the newest virtual glasses on the market?"
"Of course!"
Black Spider, standing nearby, shuddered. Marquis Borton truly had the art of living off a woman down to perfection.
The Fifth Princess's people left, leaving only the fake "Marquis Wendy" she had brought behind in the dance floor, slowly dancing with his female