Tang Changsheng gave a faint, wry smile and leaned back against the soft sofa. He paid no attention to the curious looks drawn his way when Arabella, one of the evening's centers of attention, came to stand beside him. His mind had begun racing.
There was no doubt about it: a disaster was going to happen soon. Otherwise, so many people would not be marked for death at once.
From what Tang Changsheng could see, at least a third of the people present had the look of death on their faces.
That let him breathe a little easier. It meant the disaster could be resisted.
If it were something no one could withstand—if the entire Glass Palace collapsed and shattered, for instance, sending everyone plummeting...
Then everyone would be doomed. There would be no survivors.
If that were the case, Tang Changsheng would drag Arabella away without another word.
At most, if he happened to run into Quintina, he would save her too...
But as things stood, there seemed to be no need for such extreme measures...
"Hey, handsome. Mind if I sit down?" asked a beautiful woman with a supermodel's figure, smiling in her evening gown.
"Go ahead," Tang Changsheng said mildly, returning from his thoughts.
The woman sat surprisingly close to him, bringing a pleasant scent with her.
Tang Changsheng frowned slightly. His gaze flicked across the room, where Aubrey and Quintina had somehow ended up together again.
They pretended nothing was amiss, but kept sneaking glances his way, looking deeply concerned.
When Tang Changsheng looked over, they hurriedly turned their heads and began chatting with studied seriousness.
Tang Changsheng sneered. Another trick! They really don't know when to quit.
"I'm Alina. What's your name?" the woman asked with a bright smile, casually picking up a glass of