Bai Yue whirled around, her heart jumping into her throat. Beside her, the men were still half-lost in the sensory overload of the shaman's herbs, Han Shān was swaying on his feet, his hand pressed against a tree trunk for support, while Zhāo Yàn looked like he was fighting a literal ghost in his own mind.
A figure emerged from the jagged shadows of the mill's entrance.
She was draped in a trench coat that cost more than a year of Bai Yue's salary, her heels clicking against the gravel. Her hair was perfectly coiffed, her makeup immaculate, but there was a sharpness in her eyes that didn't belong in a modern boardroom.
Bai Yue's breath hitched as she recognized the woman. "Lín Huá?" What…..what was she doing here?!
The woman stopped, tilting her head. In the Beast World, Lín Huá had traumatized her and her family! She had hated Bai Yue for apparently stealing the bear king from her, and had tried to have them all killed. Why was she here?
