Under the grape trellis, clusters of grapes emitted a faint scent, irresistibly alluring.
The professional design team arranged the vineyard to resemble a magical house from a fairytale.
The landscape lights created an effect that seed dreamy and fantastic, with servants already bringing various prestigious red wines from the wine cellar one after another.
Among them, there were rare wines from Lucifer’s collection.
Cecilia Branford, seeing this, was greatly satisfied by her own vanity, sitting on the Queen’s sofa, holding the scepter, commanding the servants busily.
"You, straighten those flowers facing ."
"And you, how did you set up the wine tower—don’t you know how to do your job?"
"Go and check if all my guests have arrived."
By 7 o’clock in the evening, all twenty-sothing friends invited by Cecilia Branford had arrived.
Seeing this dreamy and fantastic party venue, they unanimously began to praise her, "It’s so beautiful, Cecilia, you’re amazing!"
"Oh my, this is the magical house of my dreams, Cecilia, can you conjure up a Prince Charming for ? Perhaps His Highness Lucifer?"
"His Highness Lucifer spoils you so much, Cecilia, it really makes one envious."
"Cecilia, you are truly the big winner in life. Not only do you have a fiancé who loves you, Liam Donald, but His Highness Lucifer has been devoted to you for so many years without change; you practically own everything a woman dreams of."
One complint after another made Cecilia Branford feel on top of the world.
Exactly.
She wanted everyone to know that she, Cecilia Branford, was the wealthiest and the happiest person in the world.
She had wealth that would never be exhausted in this lifeti, unparalleled beauty, an outstanding fiancé, and a devoted childhood sweetheart—all were hers.
She loved living under the envious gazes of others; the feeling was akin to being a high and mighty queen accepting the reverence of the crowd.
It gave her supre satisfaction.
Her sense of face and vanity were maximized.
The party began, with the super popular electric music band from Country F on site to perform upbeat electronic music.
Leo watched from a distance until the party was halfway through, and everyone was drunkenly dancing like demons; then Leo ordered through the wireless earpiece, "Release them."
"Yes!"
The guards imdiately responded, and then, in unison, released the mice from the cages all at once.
The mice, hungry for an entire day, had already caught the scent of food from afar and frantically dashed toward the party venue.
Amidst the wildly dancing crowd, it was unknown who first scread.
This scream was like the hand that opened Pandora’s magic box; the next second, more and more mice began to rush into the crowd.
They scurried about wildly, biting anyone they saw.
These pampered young Ladies and Young Masters of the Upper Class had never encountered such a disgusting and terrifying scene and were screaming incessantly, causing the scene to spiral out of control.
The crowd scattered like startled birds and animals, not knowing that due to the venue design, the surroundings were enclosed by a circle of imitation trees.
Trapping them inside the circle.
More and more mice sward in, the creatures gnawing and squeaking recklessly.
While Cecilia Branford was still indulging in this beautiful party, she was bitten on the ankle, and she let out a scream.
Looking down, she saw a shiny black mouse biting her, which made her lose her composure in fright; she dropped the wine glass and ran outside.
Unfortunately, those imitation trees were so heavy that she couldn’t push them open with her strength alone.
More and more mice ca in, crawling unabashedly up her legs.
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