Chapter 118: Have You Also Been Stung by a Wasp?

Halfway to the hillside villa, she had felt like she was being followed. She held her ground, curious about the follower's intentions, but the person never showed themselves. With a smile, she reached into her pouch where she had casually placed a wasp nest she'd grabbed while climbing over the wall. The drugged wasps inside were now nearly awake, buzzing violently inside the bag. As she passed by a banyan tree, she loosened the opening of the bag and tossed it upwards, covering the mysterious follower with the nest, then quickly retreated. The turmoil caused by the wasps was significant, yet surprisingly, the person endured it quietly. Standing outside the villa's wall, she listened for a while. The guards inside shouted about the wasps, but there was no mention of an intruder. Smiling to herself, she vanished into the darkness. In the Basement. This place was neither a secretive laboratory nor a prison. It was a perfumery filled with spices and glass vessels, equipped with top-not