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The black window slowly descended, leaving Lily choking on her breath, unable to move up or down. As she locked eyes with the person inside the car, Lily couldn't help but shiver. It was Di Mo, with his cold eyes fixed on her. There was no threat, no hostility, but Lily felt uncertain about where to place her hands and feet, so she just stood there awkwardly, grinning foolishly. It was as if she, who usually had a domineering presence in front of others, had turned into a mouse facing a cat upon seeing Di Mo.

"Miss, please come with me," the servant who had been preparing to leave with the other four urged Lily, whose gaze remained fixed on the incoming guest. His tone became slightly more assertive and he spoke quickly.