Drawing closer, Ariana recognized the figure as Helen. Dressed in pristine white sportswear, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, and a mischievous smile adoming her face, Helen's raised eyebrows signaled her delight.

"You are here. It's precisely twelve o'clock. Excellent. I do admire punctuality."

Ariana disregarded her presence and walked past her towards the door.

Helen quickly caught up, entered the password in front of her, and forcefully pushed the door open, as if she were the mistress of the house.

“Aren't you afraid of alerting Judy and the others?" Ariana glanced at her coldly.