From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

One foot stepped forward. The woman’s expression tensed, and she hid the dagger behind her back, pretending to adjust her clothes.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed a young girl walking in without looking around, seemingly oblivious to the person standing at the corner. The girl walked straight to the inner partition.

Closing the door, she could see nothing.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and raised the dagger again.

That person stopped at the entrance of the women’s restroom but didn’t go inside.

As the toilet flushed, the girl pushed the door open and came out.

She walked straight to the sink and bent down to wash her hands.

The woman squinted her eyes, approached the girl from behind, and quietly held the knife to her neck.

“Don’t move. The knife doesn’t have eyes.”

Unexpectedly, the girl didn’t panic, nor did she furrow her eyebrows. She kept her head down and continued to wash her hands.

The woman raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Help me with a small favor, and don’t worry; I won’t nurt you.”

The girl pulled out a paper towel from under the mirror, slowly wiped each finger, lightly lifted her hand, and the paper towel accurately fell into the corner garbage can.

Ignoring the knife on her neck, she calmly said, “Hide well.”

Then she walked straight out.

The woman’s pupils constricted, watching the girl’s slender, tall figure. She quickly turned around…

The man had just taken out a cigarette, preparing to light it when the girl who had just gone in rushed out in panic, her face pale. She saw him and immediately said: “Quick, help! I just saw someone jumping out of the window. ”

This was the second floor, quite tall – equivalent to the height of the third floor in an ordinary building.

The man’s face changed, throwing the cigarette away and quickly running inside to the window. They found it wide open and saw a lawn below, but no sign of the woman.

“Damn, she still got away!” He slapped the windowsill hard.

“Should we call the police?” The girl stood at the restroom door, seemingly frightened, her face pale.

The man stared at her and said dismissively: “Shut your mouth. Pretend you didn’t see anything, and avoid trouble for yourself.”

He left quickly after speaking.

The moment they passed each other, the girl’s frightened expression gradually disappeared, her facial features relaxing, appearing serene.

The door to the partition opened, and the woman came out, frowning suspiciously at her. The atmosphere was tense and neither of them spoke first.

Finally, the woman couldn’t help herself, playing with the dagger and coldly asking: “Who on earth are you? What is your purpose in helping me?”

“Just now, that man had a precise stride. His forearm muscles were developed, and the third knuckles on his middle and ring fingers had callouses. He’s someone who has been strictly trained in firearms. He doesn’t have the tyranny of a regular soldier. He’s probably a hired mercenary, right?” The woman’s expression paused, sizing up the girl: “Who are you?” “An ordinary person,” the girl answered indifferently.

The woman scoffed: “Feigning profundity. I can test if you are human or ghost.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than she lunged at the girl with the dagger in her hand. The girl stayed still.

“Do you want to live?”

Halting the dagger only millimeters away from her eye, the girl showed no fear, staring back into the woman’s eyes without flinching.

Those eyes felt like two ancient wells, fathomless. The woman’s heart tightened, inexplicably apprehensive.

“What is your purpose?”

“You’ll find out later.” Ming Jing lightly brushed her skirt and appeared nonchalant.

The woman put the dagger away, smiling instead: “Do you know what kind of people you’re dealing with?”

“The Night Hawk group. Are they very powerful?” Her tone was as casual as if she were discussing the pleasant weather , seemingly unaware of the woman’s subconscious change of expression and fleeting terror in her eyes.

“You… you…

“Those people won’t come back for now. Hiding is your strong point. You infiltrated this place, so naturally, you can leave. Contact me when you find a safe place. ”

“I believe you can soon find out my identity.”

Ming Jing turned and left. After taking two steps, she spoke as if she just

The woman’s pupils contracted, looking as if she had just seen a ghost: “How did you know?”

Ming Jing smiled: “The secrets of heaven cannot be revealed.”

She paused, softly saying, “Don’t let your son become the next sacrifice.” With that, she strode away.

The woman stood there, her expression puzzled, whispering: “The next one?”