Why did Your Majesty descend first?

Miss Tokuya was awakened by the chilly breeze.

Upon the vast rooftop, a sudden gust of cold wind caused the young girl to shiver slightly.

She rose to her feet, engulfed in self-doubt.

She had no idea what had happened last night, but she found it hard to believe that Miss Chelsea would do such a thing.

So, unwilling to believe, Miss Tokuya stubbornly kept vigil on the rooftop all night.

It wasn't until dawn that Miss Tokuya reluctantly accepted the truth.

—Miss Chelsea did spend the night at the hotel.

Feeling the chilling breeze, Miss Tokuya hugged her knees tightly, curling up, her eyes filled with despair.

A song involuntarily played in the girl's mind, only to be abruptly interrupted by the sudden ringing of a bell.

—Ding ding.

Hearing this sound, Miss Tokuya couldn't help but perk up, then she glanced at the communication device, unsurprisingly, it was a call from Miss Chelsea.

Feeling somewhat apprehensive, she answered the call, and on the other end, Chelsea's voice sounded somewhat lazy.

"Liangzi, send me all the information you've gathered about Jonas."

Hearing her words, Miss Tokuya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief internally.

At least there seemed to be nothing unusual in her tone. Perhaps she was just overthinking?

With this thought in mind, Miss Tokuya tentatively asked:

"Shall I send this information directly back to the Nathson Consortium, or should I come to see you now?"

"No,"

Chelsea hesitated for a moment before saying:

"I'm not... convenient to meet people right now."

Hearing this, Miss Tokuya's just-relaxed heart tightened again. She cautiously asked:

"Then, can you tell me where you are right now?"

Another long silence followed.

Then, as if intentionally avoiding Miss Tokuya's question, Chelsea changed the subject:

"Just send the documents to my private email, and as for other matters... you don't need to worry about them."

"In addition, there's no need to rush the infiltration work of the Weiting Consortium... you arrange your tasks according to the situation."

With that said, as if afraid of being asked anything by Miss Tokuya, Chelsea directly ended the communication.

Leaving Miss Tokuya alone on the rooftop, amidst the chaos of the wind.

—How much longer can I stay undercover?

Miss Tokuya began to doubt her life.

Although a very difficult-to-talk-about incident had occurred, the cooperation between the Nathson Consortium and Jonas was not affected.

That night.

Chelsea sat by the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the entire District 25, gently swaying the glass in her hand, gently touching the scars left by the forcibly removed chip, her gaze sinking into memory.

She was the first heir of the Nathson Consortium, but her experience before taking control of the Nathson Consortium was not very smooth.

Because apart from her, there were two other heirs to the Nathson Consortium, one was her brother, and the other... was her younger brother.

Unfortunately, both of them are now dead, and their own greed and desire have doomed them.

This is the secret of the Nathson Consortium, apart from Chelsea, hardly anyone knows about that incident.

And Chelsea herself thought that the nightmare would be buried in her heart forever.

Jonas was right, her body had once forcibly removed a sex chip... when she was still ignorant and believed that there were relationships in the world that could not be broken by interests.

Chelsea Claude, this name didn't used to evoke fear as it does now.

At that time, she was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, until her so-called brother tore apart all her illusions.

Enti Claude, the name of the person she once buried with her own hands.

As the second heir of the Nathson Consortium, Enti's desire for control over the Nathson Consortium had reached an almost twisted level, and it was precisely because of this that he set his sights on his sister, Chelsea Claude.

The first heir, this was something Enti had always dreamed of getting, he didn't understand why this girl who knew nothing could get all this, but this jealousy was enough to make him lose his sanity.

So, the tragedy happened.

The medical equipment at the Black Clinic was not perfect, and Chelsea, who had been anesthetized, woke up in the middle of the chip implantation surgery, a painful memory that no one wanted to recall, the electric drill drilled into the bone marrow, limbs bound and unable to move, the brain was awake but unable to control her body, just able to watch the operation continue.

If it wasn't for the loose screw that allowed her to break free and stab the surgeon in the eye with the scalpel.

Perhaps the current chairman of the Nathson Consortium would be Mr. Enti Claude.

Moonlight spilled into the room, covering the floor with a layer of silver frost.

After killing the doctor, she forcibly cut her own skin with the scalpel and removed the chip herself.

It was an extremely dangerous act, a slight mistake could burn the brain, but it was precisely this less than one percent chance that Chelsea hit.

The result was an endless aftermath, and a body that became damp and hot every rainy night.

Every time it happened, she would inject herself with a tranquilizer... without exception for eight or nine years.

Because she was afraid that her body would be affected, she would fall back into the abyss.

The wine in the glass was already empty, and Chelsea's eyes were blurred.

"Why does it feel like it's happening again..."

Since the last time, it was as if some incredible switch had been flipped, which made Chelsea feel very distressed.

But unlike using tranquilizers, often after venting, she could quickly return to normal... but every time she used tranquilizers, she would be unconscious for several days.

Blockage is not as good as relaxation... this is the lesson she has recently learned, and the lesson taught to her by Mr. Jonas Weiting.

Consciousness gradually sank into blur again, but this time she did not choose to resist, but let her consciousness sink deeper into the darkness.

Finally, everything was swallowed by darkness, and in an unconscious state, Chelsea's hand reached under her skirt.

"Jonas..."

"Master..."

The girl's dream gradually became obscure, until it completely merged with the night.