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Huo Mian saw a wedding gown in her room. It was the same gown that she had told Chen Jie to dump during the day.

It was the blood-stained wedding gown designed by Huo Siqian; he had mailed it to her office.

"Why is it here?"

Huo Mian never thought that she was a coward. What she feared wasn't the wedding gown but the alternate personality of Huo Siqian.

This damned thing followed her like a shadow, which meant that either someone was trying to scare her in Huo Siqian's name or Huo Siqian had come back. Yeah, he was back.

Frantically, Huo Mian called Chen Jie on her cellphone.

"Jie, come up here. I'm in the innermost room on the third floor."

In less than one minute, Chen Jie ran up, panting.

"Sister Mian, what happened? You look alarmed."

Chen Jie had been Huo Mian's assistant for years and knew Huo Mian was steady in mind and never got so agitated.

But she had heard that Huo Mian's voice was frantic on the phone.