The socialites panicked and frantically chased after Debra. Her white dress was too conspicuous, attracting those hunters too.


    Liza seized the moment and took the elevator to the second floor. In the seating area, those masked figures were still watching the game unfold.


    Liza steadied her breathing and hid in the corner. Everyone''s attention was focused downstairs, so no one noticed her.


    "Help!" screamed one of the socialites as she was dragged away by the hunters.


    Liza''s heart was in her throat until Debra ran out of sight.


    The socialites had no idea that once Debra was caught, the game would end early, and everyone would die.


    Soon, Liza noticed that Cathryn was gone. Before she could look more closely, another scream echoed from the hall. "Help! I don''t want to die."


    Liza clenched the hem of her dress, her breathing bing shaky.


    In the meantime, two socialites cornered Debra.


    "We don''t want this, but there are no other choices," they said, lunging at her.


    These socialites were well-fed and had no fighting skills. With just a couple of moves, Debra knocked them over.


    She said, "If you catch me, you''ll die faster. I suggest you run. Don''t let those hunters catch you. Wait until the three hours are up, and someone wille to rescue us."


    Sadly, they didn''t appreciate her kind advice. One of them shouted to the hunters, "Debra''s over here. Grab her."


    Debra smiled bitterly but understood their psychology.


    In times


    this, whatever she said


    was meaningless. Survival instincts kicked in, and everyone knew what they had to do.


    hel


    A hunter walked over, and Debra clenched her fists. But to her surprise, he went straight to socialites and knocked them


    the two t


    He walked up to her and whispered, "Cathryn is on the fifth floor."


    Debra recognized his voice. "Frederic?"


    Frederic warned, "Your dress is too eye-catching. Their target is you, so they


    won''t chase the other socialites too hard."


    "That''s easy to fix." Debra swiftly unzipped her dress.


    Frederic froze. "What are you doing?"


    Under her white dress, she was wearing a tight ck gown.


    "You..."


    "I anticipated something might go wrong, so I prepared in advance."


    When she first saw Liza''s ck


    gown, she had a bad feeling. Changing into ck was a


    vel


    precaution. It would help her blend in better and slip away in the chaos.