With that, the host slowly turned, his gaze fixed on the black curtain. A mysterious smile played on his lips.
The next second, he ripped the curtain open—
Blinding light flooded in from above. Claire Sinclair, having been trapped in darkness for so long, couldn't adjust to the sudden brightness. She reflexively raised a hand to shield her eyes, covering her face in the process.
Dressed in a flimsy white dress, her curled-up form, though withdrawn, was still captivating, drawing the eyes of every man in the room.
Though they couldn't yet see her face, her small and helpless posture stirred the innate protective instincts in the men.
No one could resist stealing a few more glances at her...
Claire Sinclair kept her eyes shut until they finally adjusted to the harsh light. Only then did she slowly lower her hand and gradually open her eyes.
In that moment, the crowd saw her face clearly.
"Holy shit! It's actually Claire Sinclair!"
