Chapter 552

In the photo, Giselle stood by a lakeshore at sunset, holding a dog in her arms. She was smiling softly at the camera. Her eyes were dark and deep, carrying that faint mixed-blood allure, like a sea of stars hidden within, endless and unfathomable. Marselle stared at the picture in silence for ten long seconds. Then her gaze fell on the message beneath it, "She's still alive." Her pulse quickened. The sender's profile was almost empty. There was no picture, just a string of meaningless letters. She had no idea who this person was or how they were connected to Donovan. She glanced at Donovan. He was still fast asleep, motionless, completely unaware. She couldn't tell whether the message was real or fake, but she knew one thing for certain—if he saw it, the consequences would be explosive. Her mind was tangled in hesitation. Logic urged her to walk away—pretend she'd seen nothing, leave the villa, leave Valanthea, return to her home in Singario, and completely forget the thought of