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"Yves, Yves King. No, not here..."
Just steps away, behind the door they'd entered is a gathering of high society, attended by numerous renowned individuals. Both of their identities were highly sensitive, and if discovered by outsiders, it would undoubtedly cause a great disturbance.
Moments later, Mabel Cooper, noticing that it's still deserted, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Hastily, she straightened up her disheveled clothes, her beautiful eyes filled with a hint of soft light, she chuckled and whispered into Yves King's ear, "Alright, I'm going out first. You should smoke a cigarette and leave after a while, we wouldn't want to raise suspicions by leaving together." After saying this, she turned as if to leave and then looking back, she softly added, "Remember to check in on Dahlia. She called me crying yesterday. If she can't handle it, just bring her home."