The Heiress Bows Beneath Imperial Might

Yorknew City. The most prestigious Beli Grand Hotel. The most luxurious and majestic skyscraper. Great families gathered here all year round. At the end of the grand, noble marble corridor stood the Nostrade Family.

They had spent a fortune to reserve the most spacious and luxurious exhibition hall. At this moment, surrounded by countless mafia bosses and armed guards—

That heavy alloy gate, forged from pure gold and obsidian, slowly opened amid a dull yet elegant metallic scraping sound. As the gate moved, fierce gusts swept across the ground, raising white dust into the air. Inside the hall—

Thousands of dazzling, expensive crystal chandeliers blazed to life, radiating incomparably bright, dazzling light and fully illuminating the crimson premium wool carpet. The carpet was covered with—

Thick traces of expensive jasmine perfume, airlifted from overseas. Its fragrance was intoxicating. The mafia heiress, Lady Neon Nostrade, at this moment—

Wore an incomparably luxurious, layered pink-and-white Lolita gauze dress. Her skirt swayed gently in the air, like a flower in full bloom.

Surrounded by dozens of cold-faced, black-suited death guards, she stepped out slowly from behind the opened golden gate in an exceedingly high-profile manner.

Her blue curls were tied behind her head with an exquisite ribbon. Her fair, delicate little face—

Under the intense illumination, appeared exceptionally proud and self-assured, like a princess who looked down on everyone. In her weak, snow-white palms, she held—

An ancient divination tome decorated with pale skull bones. That was her Lovely Ghostwriter, which she arrogantly believed could predict the fate of any mortal in the world. ...

In the underground world, she had used this Special Grade rule, capable of predicting death and the future, to toy with the destinies of countless underworld bosses. In her eyes, those so-called mafia Emperors—

And those so-called worldly