Fatal Muse

Everyone in the capital knew that Gu Sihan kept a well-behaved little canary.

Gentle, harmless, and exactly everyone’s idea of beautiful.

No one knew that every night, when she returned to her room, she took off the “gentle” mask she wore and drew one red cross after another over the photographs of her enemies covering the walls.

Nor did anyone know that Gu Sihan received the same encrypted report every night.

“Miss Shen did indeed intend to kill someone today.”

“The target has entered the trap.”

“Three steps remain until the finale of ‘Project Muse.’”

He was king of a business empire, accustomed to controlling everything.

Until one day, he slid a file across the table to her. “Miss Shen, or should I say… the creator of ‘Project Muse.’ Your disguise is perfect.”

She thought it was over.

But he set down his wineglass and began to clap slowly. “Darling, who’s next?”

It turned out that from the very beginning, this game of capturing hearts had been a two-way trap.