Chapter: 3398

Ainsley's lips twisted into a cold, mocking grin. Her face, streaked with blood, appeared innocent, but there was a haunting edge to it, something that chilled the soul.

The contestants around her trembled, stepping back instinctively as if they could feel a menacing force radiating from her. A wave of panic swept over them, as though it wasn't Ainsley standing there but Herman, the merciless assassin himself.

“If you claim his performance was nearly flawless, then I'll set my sights on perfection." Ainsley's voice was ice, sharp enough to freeze the blood in their veins.

Her arrogance was unrivaled, unlike anything they had encountered.

The other contestants listened and fell into a hushed silence. Even their breaths became measured, afraid to stir her.