“Miss Ye, please watch your words. If you continue to spout nonsense, I will contact your consulate.” Julie’s expression was calm and her tone was solemn, but her mind was in turmoil.

How could Ye Qingqing know about Ji Wuxin and Kamiya Kiku?

What else does she know?

Julie's eyes grew even more sinister. Ye Qingqing had to die; only death could put people at ease knowing that someone knew too many secrets.

Ye Qingqing saw through her thoughts, "You really want to kill me right now? Come on, I'm waiting to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"

She used Chinese from beginning to end. Mrs. Wu speaks fluent Chinese, and Julie, that bitch, must also speak Chinese. It's more satisfying to curse in Chinese, and besides, she was doing it to protect Bazaar.

There are some things that shouldn't be known to Basha. This poor woman can't even handle her own troubles, so it's best not to drag her into it.

Basha truly couldn't understand Chinese. She huddled silently in the corner of the elevator, but her eyes were filled with hatred. She had never wanted to kill Julie as much as she did now; this despicable woman had ruined her innocence.

Julie didn't want to argue with Ye Qingqing anymore. She had a terrible headache and was in a state of turmoil. All she wanted was to get back to her room after the ball, fix her computer as soon as possible, and delete the surveillance footage so she could feel at ease. She couldn't leave any evidence against her.

She glanced at Basha, whose face was pale and whose expression was miserable, and felt a little better. The suffering of others was the best mood-lifter for her, especially Basha's.

"What's wrong, sister? You don't seem to be feeling well. Oh, right, didn't you go to the bathroom? Why did you come back to your room?"

Julie's face was full of concern, and she asked about my well-being. At first glance, it seemed like a deep sisterly bond, but in reality, every word she spoke was like a knife.

Basha's face paled even more. She bit her lip tightly, slowly raised her head, looked directly at Julie, and said slowly, "I'm fine. You're the one who's uncomfortable, aren't you? Your appearance is ruined, and... please call me Your Highness. After all, you haven't been given a title yet, and you must abide by the rules!"

Ye Qingqing was taken aback. She hadn't expected Basha to suddenly become so assertive and confront Julie head-on. But in reality, such a direct confrontation wouldn't do Basha any good. Her previous statement about not tolerating anything didn't mean she wanted this silly woman to confront her directly!

The Thirty-Six Stratagems of China can all be used, and they are a hundred times more effective than a direct confrontation. Although Bazaar felt good at the time, the consequences of her actions were endless.

Julie was even more surprised. Basha had always been submissive to her, so was she too deeply traumatized today?

Madam Wu's face darkened, and she was about to reprimand the woman when Julie gave her a wink. They were almost at the banquet hall, and she needed to maintain a good image of sisterly affection in public. She would teach this fool a lesson when they returned to the palace!

"My sister seems to be in a bad mood. I'll try to cheer her up when we get back!"

Julie smiled slightly, but the malice in her eyes brought Basha back to her senses. She shivered and broke out in a cold sweat. How could she dare to confront Julie head-on?

This woman is vindictive; she'll definitely get what's coming to her when we get back. What should we do?

Ye Qingqing patted her shoulder gently, "Smile, we've arrived at the banquet hall!"

Let's deal with the future later and solve the immediate problem first.

Basha managed to put on a perfect smile and entered the banquet hall with Ye Qingqing. The male guests who had been drugged were not there; Mrs. Dylan explained that they were drunk. Gongsun Lin and Kagel were also not there.

"You've finally arrived! I was so worried! Basha, are you alright? You don't look too well!" Gongsun Yao greeted her, asking her all sorts of questions with concern, her eyes scanning Basha like searchlights.