Diana's perspective.

I left Jack Thorne's mansion and hurried back to Nancy's place.


I had already mentally rehearsed how to describe every embarrassing detail to Nancy in vivid, exaggerated detail, including Jack Thorne's enticing, helpless appearance.

"Nancy! Nancy! You won't believe what just happened!" I burst into Nancy's basement.

Nancy wasn't hunched over her computer typing away as usual.


"It was amazing! God, it was so satisfying!" I plopped down on the sofa, grabbed a glass of water from the table, and took a big gulp to suppress my excitement.

At this point, Nancy turned around, raising an eyebrow at me: "Satisfied?"


"The aftertaste lingers."

"Stop reminiscing." Nancy stood up and walked toward me, "Diana," her voice was low and hoarse, unusually serious, "look at this first."

Nancy handed me a photo of a man.

I composed myself, took the photo, "Who is this?"

"I found what you've been looking for. Over the years, I've hacked several systems, searched many places, and finally found the killer of your parents."

My whole body trembled, and I couldn't help but clench my fist, "Who is he?"

"Lucas Thorne."

I was stunned, looking at Nancy in shock. In Sfortuna, everyone knew Lucas Thorne. He was Jack Thorne's uncle and the patriarch of the Thorne family, the true most powerful figure in the Thorne family.

Nancy continued unequivocally: "Years ago, Lucas Thorne wanted to assassinate the former patriarch of the Blanchett family, so he hired your parents—the Evans couple."

I couldn't help but clench my fist tighter.

"Your parents completed the mission, but Lucas betrayed them, killing them both to tie up loose ends."

My eyes immediately reddened, and I clenched my fists again.

Nancy stepped forward to comfort me, but I coldly interrupted her: "Robert Blanchett."

Nancy was startled, "What are you planning to do?"

I stood up, surveying the weapons around me while saying: "Lucas Thorne is too well-guarded. He's surrounded by the Thorne family security. It's impossible for me to get close alone. I need someone else's help."

Nancy frowned, clearly concerned: "Robert Blanchett, the eldest son of the Blanchett family, a notorious psychopath. Lucas caused him a lot of suffering back then, so he's probably the person in the Blanchett family who hates Lucas the most. But he's equally dangerous, Diana."

"Dangerous?" I laughed coldly, picking up the photo of Lucas Thorne on the table, my fingers almost crushing it, "What could be more dangerous than having nothing left but hatred? Can you give me a map of the Blanchett family estate?"

Nancy, seeing my determination, shrugged indifferently: "Fine. Just don't sell me out."

I smiled, "Don't worry, if I die, I'll definitely take you with me."

After familiarizing myself with the Blanchett estate map and security system, I set out at night. Using the jammer Nancy provided, I slipped onto the balcony of Robert Blanchett's room.

He wasn't asleep, standing with his back to me in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He held a wine glass, wearing a deep purple silk robe. His posture was upright, and just from his back view, he exuded a dangerous aura completely different from Jack Thorne's, like a cobra coiled to strike.

"Oh?" Robert Blanchett slightly turned his head, "An unexpected guest."

I steadied myself, "Mr. Blanchett, I've come to make a deal with you that you'll definitely find interesting."

He slowly turned around, pulling open the floor-to-ceiling window, excitedly looking me over, "Well, well, what have we here~"

He appraised me, his gaze like a surgical knife, carrying assessment and a hint of playful cruelty, "Sneaking into my room at night can be very dangerous~"

He approached, tilting his head slightly to look at me.

I smiled mischievously, "I want to kill Lucas Thorne."

Robert paused mid-glass-raise, then let out a dry, cold laugh, "Oh?"

I walked past Robert into the room, sat on the bed, crossed my legs, and pulled out a photo from my cleavage.

"Interesting." Robert dropped his wine glass, which shattered on the floor with a "crash," spilling wine everywhere.

Robert paid no attention, excitedly walking toward me and taking the photo.

The photo showed Jack after I had drugged and tormented him.

Robert looked at the photo, then at me, and burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Delightful! Absolutely delightful!"

"A little trick to make him sleep for a while," I said, "I can do more, like killing Lucas Thorne, if you give me a chance."

Robert walked up to me, looking down, "What's your name?"

"Diana," my eyes darkened, "Evans."

Robert's eyes lit up, "Evans..." He twitched his lips, suddenly bending down, his right knee inserted between my legs, "You're the child of the Evans couple?"

My back instantly chilled; the man before me was like a terrifying venomous snake that might strike at any moment.