Chapter 9

All eyes converged on that beam of light.

At the summit of the white spiral ramp, a figure in red slowly emerged.

It was an Elie Saab haute couture gown, deep crimson silk flowing like liquid blood, wrapping tightly around the woman's perfect curves. The massive skirt swayed gently with her steps, looking like a fatal poppy blooming in the snow.

But what was truly suffocating was not the priceless