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Chapter 100 Imperial Sister, You've Killed Someone! Hahahahahahaha!
Underground world.

Swansea City.

Rows of drab buildings stood on the slippery ground, their paint peeling and electrical wires tangled. The buildings were very close together, with countless plastic bags of various colors piled up in between.

The plastic bag was bulging, and you could smell the stench emanating from it even without getting close.

Countless mosquitoes hovered above the plastic bag, their buzzing incessant, making one feel irritated and itchy all over, wishing they could all be driven away at once.

Scarlett scratched at an imaginary itch on her arm, leaned closer to Gella to get away from the plastic bag, and frowned as she asked Hill, "Haven't we arrived yet?"

Hill turned around, smiled, and said, "We'll be there soon, Your Highness, please don't be in a hurry."

Hill continued to lead the way, but his eyes kept darting to Gela.

At the next turn, she deliberately closed the distance and copied Gera's ability.

Read minds.

Hill silently repeated the two words to himself, a profound look flashing in his eyes.

Under Hill's leadership.

The three walked through three such streets in succession, and finally stopped in front of an even more dilapidated residential building.

The dark stairwell faced them.

The musty, fishy, ​​sweaty, and foul smells mingled together and hit Scarlett in the face, making her feel nauseous and her stomach churn.

Her face paled slightly, and a few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Suppressing her discomfort, she asked Hill, "Here?"

Hill nodded. "Yes. Christine lives on the fifth floor. Would Your Highness like to go up?"

"of course."

Scarlett didn't hesitate and stepped into the stairwell.

Hill looked surprised for a moment, then followed.

Grae walked at the back and sent his real-time location to Morton again.

Morton, accompanied by his trusted confidants, arrived in Swansea City based on the location, and headed menacingly towards the residential buildings.

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Fifth floor.

Room 501.

Scarlett knocked on the door and saw a familiar face.

She has almond-shaped eyes, peach-like cheeks, and soft, shiny blonde hair. Her dimples are very prominent, and her facial features are very clear even when she is not smiling.

First look.

Scarlett thought it was Sherry.

At first glance, she saw the features clearly and realized that the person in front of her was Christine.

"You are……"

The hallway was dark and unlit, making Scarlett and her two companions' faces indistinct.

Christine stared at them, startled, a flicker of doubt crossing her emerald eyes. After a few seconds of hesitation, her memory suddenly returned, her face paling with horror as she exclaimed, "Your Highness?!"

Scarlett glanced at her expressionlessly. "It's me."

Christine became even more frightened, her knees buckled, and she was about to kneel down when Scarlett supported her arm and said, "No need, Your Highness does not like these formalities."

“Yes, Your Highness.” Christine straightened up, taking her hand.

The door was very narrow, less than half a meter wide. Christine stood in the doorway, but even though she was slender, there wasn't enough room for Scarlett to get in.

Scarlett asked directly, "What? Aren't you going to invite me in for a seat?"

Christine hesitated for a moment, then nodded and made way for Scarlett to go in.

The house was very small, as cramped and narrow as a door.

It looks like a one-bedroom apartment, but it's actually just a room partitioned off.

There was no sofa or appliances in the living room, only a table and four chairs.

Scarlett pulled out one of the chairs and sat down. "You've been living here since you left the research institute?"

Christine went to the kitchen, poured three cups of tea, placed them on the table, and said, "Yes." "Why did you resign?" Scarlett asked her.

She pursed her lips, her expression hesitant, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "I felt guilty because important reagents were damaged, and I was ashamed to stay in the research institute, so I resigned."

Scarlett picked up the tea in front of her, sniffed it, and found that the aroma was similar to the one she had smelled in the glass room that day, only a little weaker.

Scarlett glanced at Hill out of the corner of her eye.

Hill held the tea, blew away the rising steam, took two small sips, relaxed his brow, and smiled, as if he really liked the tea.

Scarlett looked at Gellar again.

Grazia didn't touch the tea.

Scarlett said "Oh," put down her teacup, and fanned the steam away from the tea aroma. "Wasn't the reagent ruined because of me? You tried your best to protect it and even got kicked by me. How can this be blamed on you? It should be my fault."

Christine's brow twitched, and she knelt down with a thud. "Your Highness, please forgive me! The whole thing started because I shouldn't have gotten too close to your consort, which led to the misunderstanding and brought shame upon Your Highness. As for the reagent, it was indeed my fault. I am terrified and know I was wrong. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

Scarlett bent down, tilted her head, and stared at Christine's face for a full three seconds.

Three seconds later.

She suddenly grabbed the teacup from the table and threw it at Christine.

Christine noticed it, but dared not move, letting the solid teacup burst open on her head.

Sharp shards of porcelain cut her forehead.

Countless tiny streams of blood gushed out from her wound, and before long, half of her face was covered in blood.

"Your Highness, spare me!" Christine kowtowed to Scarlett despite the pain.

Scarlett sneered, "Spare my life? How can I spare your life? You have disgraced me in the interstellar world, you have ruined my reputation!"

Scarlett slammed her hand on the table and stood up, glaring at Christine. "Such heinous acts deserve to be punished by death!"

She was agitated, her cheeks flushed red, and a fierce glint flashed in her pale golden eyes, revealing bloodshot veins in them.

Graham sat down next to Scarlett and, seeing her anger, tried to stop her, "Your Highness..."

"Get out of my way!" Scarlett turned her head and shouted, then got up and walked towards Christine.

With a flick of his wrist, a dagger appeared in his hand.

Hill stared at her retreating figure, unleashing his "mind-reading" ability.

Scarlett froze, a sudden sharp pain shooting through her chest. Her fingers ached so badly she could barely move, and the dagger clattered to the ground.

She clutched her chest, struggling to utter, "It hurts, it hurts..."

He swayed unsteadily, on the verge of falling.

Gela quickly stepped forward to support him, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Scarlett looked at him, her eyelids heavy and drooping, "I, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, several beams of blue light flashed before her eyes and engulfed Gela.

Before she could see clearly, everything went black, and she fainted.

"Your Highness! Stop! How could you kill her!"

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I do not know how long it has been.

Scarlett opened her eyes and was met with a smiling face.

Her hair was meticulously styled, with perfectly curled ends; her skin was fair, smooth, and delicate; her features were refined yet not overly soft, making her both pleasing to the eye and beautiful.

He is handsome and extraordinary.

His smile was a bit exaggerated.

His eyes were squeezed together, narrowed into slits, and fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, making him look somewhat crazy.

Seeing that Scarlett was awake, he became even more excited, grabbed her hand, and said joyfully, "Royal sister, you've killed someone! Hahahaha!"

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