"If they hadn’t done a poor job with the preparations, I wouldn’t have been scared by those damn mice."

"Alright, I’ll make sure to punish them properly. Cecilia, don’t be upset, okay?"

Lucifer spoke in a cajoling tone, his slow, gradual words finally calming Cecilia down.

She couldn’t stay at the winery for one second longer and got into the car, instructing the driver to immediately return to the Onassis Old Castle.

After hanging up the phone, Lucifer repeatedly watched the video Leo sent back to him, laughing uninterrupted. This was his happiest day this month.

Good things should be shared, and he ought to show it to Cecilia as well.

Lucifer first texted Sophie Sullivan, telling her there was something good to show her.

Sophie Sullivan’s reply came immediately: What good thing?

Lucifer: Guess.

Sophie Sullivan: Lucifer, please tell me quickly, I can’t guess...

Lucifer: Dear, you’re still so impatient.

Sophie Sullivan: Why does that sound so strange? Lucifer, tell me it doesn’t mean what I think it means.

Lucifer: My Cecilia is so cute, I really want to hug you.

Sophie Sullivan: Refuse! Quickly tell me what the good thing is.

Lucifer: Alright, I won’t tease you anymore, I’ll send it immediately.

So, Sophie Sullivan waited for two minutes, and then received a video on her mobile phone.

Out of curiosity, she immediately opened it—

The party scene was beautifully arranged, with men and women wildly moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music.

Everywhere there was wine, spilled all over, which they didn’t care about as they indulged in revelry.

The scene was harmonious up to here, but the next second, in the midst of the dancing crowd, someone suddenly screamed.

The scene started to become chaotic, with people panicking and fleeing in confusion, trapped in this limited space, unable to get out.

The screams were shrill, the fear on everyone’s faces mixed with disgust and dread, and the desperate desire to escape was palpable through the screen, deeply felt by Sophie Sullivan.

Finally, her gaze landed on the face of the most dazzling person in the crowd.

If Sophie Sullivan hadn’t already seen her own face, she would be shocked now to see such a dazzling visage.

Yes, shocked.

Not just because of her beauty, but because that face looked exactly like her restored appearance!

She was an only child, and it was impossible for her to have a younger sister with any blood relation in the world. Sophie Sullivan immediately realized that she was the imposter who stole her identity, wasn’t she?

With her gaze fixed, Sophie Sullivan’s attention remained on the imposter’s face.

Her terrified face was distorted, constantly shouting and screaming, her makeup smudged either by sweat or tears.

The video, as long as ten minutes, was almost entirely about torturing these people.

Sophie Sullivan understood what Lucifer meant; presumably, he intended for her to be happy.

However, compared to the harm she had suffered, this small punishment was nothing.

It was nowhere near enough; these tortures didn’t even count as an appetizer.

What she wanted was much more than this.

A few minutes passed, and Lucifer sent a text message: Dear, how do you feel?

Sophie Sullivan: Lucifer, it’s not enough.

Lucifer looked at the short sentence on the mobile phone, feeling a pang of heartache. He bowed his head, comforting her: Cecilia, all your endurance will be unleashed, but not now. I said, anyone who harms you must die. Rest assured, they won’t escape, not a single one.