Chapter 278: Shawshank
White light illuminated the cramped basement living room.
Ayane Kumiko gripped Sophia's delicate chin, inspecting her. Outwardly, she hadn't changed at all.
Her face was just as young and beautiful. With her fair skin and long, elegant eyebrows, she still exuded the natural, aristocratic aura of a wealthy heiress even with her head bowed in submission.
It was a demeanor that could only be cultivated by growing up in the Eden Lake District, receiving an education in the Garden District, indulging in the luxury of the Central District, gazing at the ocean from the Harbor District, and looking down on the entire city from the Acropolis District.
Unlike Elizabeth, Miss Amick—a former blood-drinker—looked inherently dangerous.
The kind of dangerous that could calmly sip chicha beer.
"Miss Ayane wants to see the effects of the Gift Chain," Gu He said. He didn't bother explaining anything about sharers.
Sophia remained silent, though joy surged in her chest. A turning point had finally arrived.
She had to seize this opportunity.