The evidence played one by one, each image a precise, cutting blow.

Panic coursed through the entire banquet hall like an electric current, freezing the hypocritical smiles on the guests' faces, replacing them with shock and confusion. Logan's timing was perfect; before they could digest the first piece of information, the screen displayed encrypted emails of Julian's transactions with hitmen, as well as forged documents showing how he had purchased enormous insurance policies for his ex-husband Paul and fabricated his "accidental" death. One after another, each piece of evidence was irrefutable.


"No... this isn't true," Julian murmured, his face as white as paper, but his voice was drowned out by the greater uproar.

The final image frozen on the screen was a video recorded by Bernard Rand, Sterling, Scarlett, and other elite members whom Julian had betrayed. Each of them, in calm yet ice-cold voices, detailed how Julian had used fraud, threats, and betrayal to destroy their lives.

The judgment was completed in full public view, the king's royal robes were completely stripped away, revealing the dirty, bloody true face beneath. The banquet descended into complete chaos, with screams, alarms, and the sound of people fleeing in panic all intertwined. The once glorious "Paradise Tower" had now become a living hell.


"Serafina!" Julian let out a beast-like roar, his bloodshot eyes locked firmly on Serafina standing at the top of the spiral staircase, burning with a madness that threatened to destroy everything. "I'm going to kill you!"

He charged toward her like a raging bull, knocking aside the security guards who tried to stop him. Serafina's heart pounded wildly, the joy of victory replaced by deadly danger in that moment. She immediately turned, lifting her scarlet dress, and ran toward the private area on the top floor. The final step of her revenge plan was to watch him being taken away by the police, not to perish alongside him.


"Catch him!" She heard Logan's roar through the tiny earpiece, along with the chaotic sounds of fighting in the background.

She dared not look back, her high heels making urgent and crisp clicking sounds against the cold marble floor, each step feeling like it landed on her own heartbeat. Behind her, Julian's heavy footsteps and rough breathing drew closer and closer; he had broken free from control. This hallway leading to the top floor study, this passage she had walked countless times that symbolized power and glory, had now transformed into a runway toward death.

Serafina pushed open the heavy oak door of the study with all her might, hoping to lock him outside, but it was too late. Julian smashed the door open with his savage strength, the tremendous impact sending her stumbling toward the center of the study.

"You ruined me... you bitch," he advanced toward her step by step, his handsome face distorted with rage, looking like a demon crawling out of hell, "Everything of mine is finished... and you won't live either!"

Serafina quickly looked around, searching for anything she could use to defend herself. Her gaze swept across the wall and fell upon the antique dagger hanging there as a decoration, the wedding anniversary gift she had given him, a trophy from the Ottoman Empire.

Just as she was about to rush over and grab the dagger, Julian seemed to read her intention. With one swift move, he got there first and yanked the jewel-encrusted dagger from the wall. The cold blade flashed a deadly gleam in the dim light of the study.

At the same time, Serafina could hear the elevator's chime indicating it had reached the top floor, along with a series of hurried footsteps that didn't belong to Julian approaching from a distance. It was Elena, coming to fulfill her promise.

Hope was just outside the door, but death was already before her eyes. Serafina grabbed the crystal paperweight from the table and hurled it at him with all her strength. Julian merely tilted his head to dodge it, and the crystal paperweight smashed against the wall, shattering into gleaming fragments across the floor. This insignificant act of resistance completely enraged him.

He hesitated no longer, raised the dagger in his hand, and with an almost sacrificial, frenzied gesture, violently thrust it into her abdomen.

The sensation of the blade piercing her body wasn't the excruciating pain Serafina had imagined, but rather a cold, tearing shock. She looked down, staring in disbelief at the ornate dagger that had sunk into her crimson dress, like an even more bewitching flower blooming in raging flames. Her strength seemed to drain away instantly; her legs weakened, and her body fell backward uncontrollably.

"Serafina!" The study door was violently flung open as Elena rushed in.

She looked in horror at the scene before her - Serafina was falling to the floor, with an ornate dagger still deeply embedded in her abdomen, fresh blood flowing down the handle. Elena rushed forward, instinctively trying to catch her, and they both collapsed onto the floor.

"No... no..." Elena's voice trembled as she stared at the dagger, her mind completely blank. She had to stop the bleeding, had to pull it out, had to save her—

Her shaking hands gripped the dagger's handle. The gemstones felt ice-cold against her fingertips, and the blood made her palm sticky. She pulled hard, extracting the dagger from Serafina's body, causing a warm stream of blood to gush out, splattering onto her hands and clothes.

Serafina's vision began to blur, the world splitting into countless flickering lights and shadows before her eyes. She saw the madness on Julian's face instantly fade away, replaced by an eerie, feigned terror and sorrow. He stepped back, leaning against the wall like a frightened victim. Meanwhile, Elena knelt beside Serafina, her hands covered in blood, gripping the bloodstained dagger. Her expression was one of pure, incomprehensible shock and fear.

The police and security personnel finally burst in, and what they saw was a perfectly staged scene: Serafina lying in a pool of blood, barely alive; Elena Vance, the "murderer," kneeling beside Serafina's body with the weapon in her hands; and Julian Thorne, the grief-stricken "witness" to this murder.

"It's her... she killed her!" Julian pointed at Elena, his voice trembling, filled with convincing grief.

Flashbulbs went off, blinding like the holy light of judgment. Serafina saw Elena being roughly pulled up from the ground, cold handcuffs clasping around her wrists. She didn't struggle, only looked desperately at Serafina, repeatedly murmuring: "It wasn't me... it wasn't me..."

Serafina's life, along with her revenge, came to an end on the eve of this grand victory, in the most absurd and tragic way. The blood spreading across the floor, like a gradually fading crimson dress, completely consumed her final consciousness.