Chapter 3: Troublesome Events

Today is Bowie Smith's 60th birthday, and the entire Smith family is in high spirits. After Elaine finished breakfast, she was dragged out by Sylvia to take care of her skin, do her hair, and finally go shopping at the department store.

Since her near-death experience, the Smith family has provided her with the best of everything—food, clothing, and all the necessities. They seem to pity her for her past experiences, and everyone in the family treats her exceptionally well, especially Sylvia, who treats her like a real sister.

Elaine enjoys all this care and attention, feeling like a well-behaved little sister.

Of course, she knows that there is still a demon residing in her heart, but this demon only surfaces when it comes to certain specific people.

As for its power, she should be able to find out tonight.

"How about this dress? You have fair skin and a good figure. Actually, you can pull off any color or style of clothes. But I think you look best in white, like a pure angel," Sylvia said.

An angel?

Elaine pursed her lips. She no longer fits the description of an angel, as she is far from being kind. The devil suits her better. However, she does really like the white dress. A hint of a smile appeared at the corners of her tightly pressed lips, and she reached out to take the dress from Sylvia's hand. "I like this one too. I'll go try it on."

It has to be said that Elaine does look great in white. The off-the-shoulder, short-front-long-back satin white dress, with minimal decorations, looks stunning on her. The perfect body proportions, delicate collarbones, and slender legs are all perfectly balanced, exuding pure beauty.

Looking at her beautiful figure in the mirror, Elaine smiled gently, her lips forming a soft curve of pure freshness.

"It looks amazing," Sylvia happily twirled around her, not forgetting to praise herself. "I told you, you look best in white."

"I like it too."

Elaine narrowed her eyes slightly, and a coldness flashed through her gaze for a brief moment. But suddenly, in the mirror, the image of a man appeared—a man in a perfectly tailored black suit, showcasing his slender and tall figure. He walked over with his usual indifferent expression, exuding elegance and nobility.

"Brother," Sylvia rushed towards the man, "do you think Elaine looks good in this dress?"

"Not bad," Mason replied, then turned to look at Sylvia. "It's about time. You should pick a gown for yourself as well. I'll drive you to the hotel."

"Okay," Sylvia took the light purple dress she had already chosen and entered the dressing room.

There were no other customers in the store.

Elaine felt a bit awkward and quickly averted her gaze from the mirror, turning back to smile at Mason. "Mason," she said. Mason, as usual, didn't react much, his deep gaze falling on her. Elaine became even more uncomfortable and lowered her head slightly. Then she heard the man's clear voice saying, "Don't do anything foolish."

Elaine trembled suddenly and finally looked up at him. Mason's brow furrowed, but he didn't say anything more. Elaine didn't dare to ask further, feeling like this person knew everything and possessed piercing eyes that could see through her heart. Perhaps because of this, she always avoided looking into his eyes, afraid that he would see the darkness within her.

But now it seemed that he really did know everything! Even many things she didn't know, he probably knew them all. For example, why did her father Tatum Smith hastily leave after seeing her? And why didn't they reveal themselves earlier when they knew about her being deceived into donating her heart? Furthermore, if Tatum Smith was her father, then who was her mother?

Carrying these doubts, along with her identity as Elaine, she felt like she was living in a surreal world. Her vision was always shrouded in a thin mist, and she couldn't distinguish what was real and what was false.

This feeling... was certainly not good.

On the way to the hotel, Sylvia, as usual, kept talking incessantly, while Mason was usually silent. Elaine responded with casual remarks. Fortunately, they arrived at the hotel quickly. After getting off the car, Mason walked ahead, while Sylvia held Elaine's hand as they followed behind.

The three of them quickly headed towards the elevator. At that moment, a blue Bentley car entered the underground parking lot. Aaron was looking for a parking space, and Sarah, sitting in the passenger seat, was busy organizing her gown. "Aaron, have you seen my phone? I can't find it anywhere," she said, her head lowered.

After waiting for a while without any response from Aaron, Sarah looked up and saw that Aaron was staring straight ahead, as if he hadn't heard her. Pouting her red lips, she asked, "Aaron, what are you looking at?"

After asking, she curiously turned her head to look ahead. The elevator doors were slowly closing, and she vaguely caught a glimpse of Mason's figure. She casually smiled and said, "Seems like it's the young master of the Smith family. Don't tell me you don't know him?"

Aaron still didn't react. His hands on the steering wheel tightened silently. Of course, he knew that group of people were Mason and his sister. The question was, who was the person in the white dress? Why did her figure... resemble her?

Could it be possible?

She was already dead.

"Aaron, ah, brake quickly, we're about to crash!" Sarah suddenly screamed in panic.

Aaron snapped back to his senses. He had been too engrossed in his thoughts and forgot to turn the steering wheel. He watched as the car was about to crash into a pillar and quickly stepped on the brake. The car barely grazed the pillar and came to a stop. Both of them lunged forward but were pulled back by their seat belts. Thankfully, the speed wasn't high, so there weren't any major issues.

However, Aaron's forehead hit the steering wheel and left a cut.

"I... Aaron, are you..." Sarah couldn't complete her sentence, still in shock. Her face turned pale, and she tightly held onto her handbag. Warm liquid trickled down her forehead, and Aaron reached up to his forehead and touched the blood, furrowing his brow and muttering, "Damn it!"

The nanny said she saw a ghostly figure in the Cold Garden, but he waited there all night and saw nothing. Since then, everything seemed to go wrong. The next day, on his way to the company, a stray cat suddenly appeared on the road. Although he managed to avoid it, the car crashed into a flower bed, and the Ferrari had to be sent back to the factory for repairs.

Then there was a construction project that was almost finalized, but suddenly it was terminated. When he called the other party, they were evasive and wouldn't tell the truth. Although there was no specific loss, if he had been able to take on that project, Aaron could have earned at least a billion.

And now, they had another car accident today!

"Aaron, you're bleeding. Are you okay?" Sarah took out tissue to help clean his wound, but Aaron blocked her hand and said, "No need. You go to the venue first. I'll go to the restroom to clean up."

"Alright then, but remember to ask the waiter for a band-aid," Sarah worriedly reminded him.

The two of them entered the elevator together and arrived at the floor where the party was being held. Sarah went straight to the venue, while Aaron walked with a stern face towards the restroom. His brow was tightly furrowed, indicating that his mood was far from calm.

After washing off the blood in the restroom, he examined the wound, which wasn't too severe. He dried his hands quickly and walked out. At that moment, the restroom door across from him suddenly opened, and he caught sight of a slender figure. He instinctively looked up.

"Emily?"