"If you don't want it, get lost."
Word by word, wrapped in a cold wind, it struck down.
Five words, hitting her square in the face. Helena Wills' legs nearly gave out, almost kneeling before her on the spot.
Fortunately, the driver arrived just in time, his burly figure standing behind her, barely keeping her legs steady.
Breathing deeply, Helena steadied herself, glaring cautiously at Nora Scott, "Is the golden cicada in your hands?"
Nora pulled out a brocade box from her pocket, palm-sized. With a flick of her hand, the brocade box was tossed into the air. As it landed back into her palm, she opened the box, revealing the item inside.
It was indeed a cicada.
However, Helena had barely looked at it for two seconds before Nora closed the brocade box.
Helena stared directly at Nora, "I need to verify it."
"Ha."
A mocking laugh.
Nora stepped back, sat back in her chair, crossing her legs, her pale fingers playing with the brocade box.
