When they heard the dress was for Sarah, their morbid curiosity transformed into admiration for Ariana. It was a designer dress that even major stars couldn't get. Ariana was able to borrow it when she had only started her career as an agent at such a young age!

Keener people began to flatter Ariana and question her about her background.

Ariana could feel the heat rising to her face from all the attention. Embarrassed, she excused herself quickly, shut and grabbed the box, and hurried back to her office. She pried the box open and rummaged through it, pushing the folds of the gorgeous dress aside. Under it, she found a card.

The card was in a gilded, smooth envelope. It looked like an invitation, but there was nothing written on it. Nothing, except the small steel seal with the letter "H" in the corner.

Ariana frowned at the envelope. Right at that moment, a notification sound pinged, and she looked at her phone on the table. It was a friend request.

Maybe Ivan gave the mysterious person her number. Thinking of this, Ariana agreed to the friend request and sent a message “Hello. Who is this?"

Mr. H didn't respond for a long time. Impatient, Ariana sent another message.

“Please give me an address, and I'll send the necklace back to you. Also, I just received a dress from you. What is the meaning of this?"

She waited a few seconds longer and was getting impatient again when Mr. H finally replied. He sent her an address with the message, “If you want to return the necklace, go to the address alone tomorrow night and give it to me personally.”

Ariana frowned at his proposition.

Ivan had joked that the mysterious person probably liked her, and that was why the other party had given her the necklace. But she felt more uncomfortable than grateful. Now that Mr. H had sent her a luxurious dress in such a conspicuous manner and was now asking her to meet somewhere alone, it wasn't strange for Ariana's alarm bells to go off and her imagination to run wild.

She could only assume Mr. H was a wealthy, powerful, and lustful old man who was making a move on her by fiercely chasing her after they had met once.

Ariana sneered to herself and typed a brief reply, “I'll take the necklace. Thank you for the gift."

She was blatantly refusing to meet him at the place he suggested.

She was about to blacklist him from her contact list when he suddenly sent her an image. She clicked to open it and discovered it was a photo of a ruby necklace. She recognized it as the one from her mother's belongings that Glenda had sold off.

The image was followed by another message, “What about this? Don't you want it?"

Ariana was shocked. How could this freak have her mother's necklace? And judging from his words, he knew what the necklace meant to Ariana. Who the hell was he?

She tried to pry out Mr. H's true identity several times, but he didn't give her a direct answer. All he asked was that Ariana go to the address alone tomorrow if she wanted the ruby necklace back. Mr. H no longer replied after that.

After much thought, Ariana finally decided to go meet that mysterious person tomorrow. Her mother's belongings were precious to her. Even if this was all a trap, she needed to jump straight into it. But that didn't mean she was fearless. It wasn't easy to crack the other party's identity. Throwing caution to the wind in this situation would put her in inevitable danger.

So, on her way home from work, she visited a weapons store and purchased a taser. She also sent Sonia the address where tomorrow's appointment would take place. Ariana instructed her friend that if she didn't contact her before tomorrow at midnight, Sonia should call the police.