Water splashed on Aurelia's face, and her complexion was pale without any color, her brows tightly knit together.
Two hours later.
Aurelia emerged from the bathroom, climbed onto the bed barefoot, covering herself with the blanket, curling into a ball, and hugging herself tightly.
So cold, why is it so cold?
Is the air conditioning set too low?
A hand emerged from under the blanket, grabbed the remote control, and pressed a few buttons.
As she put it down, she hesitated and grabbed her phone.
The phone's screen instantly illuminated the blanket, Aurelia opened a webpage, overwhelming news everywhere — Mason Nightshade, the president of the Nightshade Group, encountered an assassination attempt, currently in the hospital, fighting for his life, fate uncertain, Elder Nightshade has rushed to the hospital. Can this business emperor make it through safely?
"Grandpa went too..." He will definitely be very disappointed in her, right?
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Living room.
