The bespectacled man reached out to block, "Girl..."

"Do as I said if you don't want him dead!"

Her cold voice was unchallengeable, oppressive, and pushing people to obey.

While the bespectacled man was dazed, Kelly nimbly unbuttoned the collar of the old man.

"Ah..."

The old man inhaled vigorously as if he was throttled just now.

Only then was the bespectacled man convinced. In a hurry, he instructed the bodyguard to lay the old man down flat.

The manager of the club rushed over with a cushion and put it under the old man.

Before everyone could catch a breath, the old man looked ashen again, and his whole body was convulsing. His teeth were biting forcefully at his tongue.

In the nick of time, Kelly reached out her palm unhesitatingly.

"Hmm..."

A muffled grunt burst out of her nose, but she didn't flinch a bit. Her dark eyes were firm and reassuring.

"You..." The bespectacled man raised his head and looked incredulously at Kelly.

At that point, he had to look at the girl with new eyes.

Her hair was messy and randomly combed behind her head. Her clothes were half wet while her pretty face looked bloodless, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

"What are you waiting for? Rub his limbs and make his heart pump." Kelly snarled.

"Ah... oh!" Like an obedient student, the middle-aged man got the bodyguard doing the job.

With the other arm, Kelly pressed hard on the old man's chest.

A fine sweat covered her pale forehead, and her lips looked ashy.

Her pearly teeth bit her lower lip forcefully till it bled, but she was not aware.

The old man gradually quieted down and slowly lifted his heavy eyelids. His turbid eyes swiveled dully.

The seizure was finally over!

Before the smile could spread on Kelly's face, her body swayed and fell sideways.

She desperately reached out her finger and pointed in a certain direction, "The urn!"

...

"Grandma!"

She bounced up.

Regardless of her body bathed in sweat, she looked around for the urn that she held in her arms.

Only then did she find herself on a luxurious king-size bed. White gauze curtain as thin as cicada wings drooped down four pillars carved with dragon patterns. Below her, the hundreds-of-thousands worth mattress was imprinted with her figure.

On top of her was a hand-made embroidered silk quilt. It glistened and felt smooth.

Every part of this place reflected the high status and great wealth of the owner.

Kelly looked straight ahead, lifted the curtain, jumped off the bed, stood bare feet on the carpet, and searched around.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open.

"Miss, you're awake." A maid in uniform came in.

"Cremation urn, where is my urn?" There was a tinge of anxiety in her hoarse voice.

Dispossessed, she couldn't afford to lose the urn that contained her grandmother's cremains.

"Are you... looking for this?" She handed the ceramic urn to her.

Kelly paused, turned around abruptly, rushed up in surprise, and held the lost urn tightly in her arms.

"Grandma, grandma!"

It was her only treasure.

...

In the study...

A dignified old man sat behind a large desk made of Phoebe zhennan and listened to the report from a bespectacled middle-aged man.