Gu Zhiwei, the top hostess at the Paramount Ballroom, wears fake earrings, puts on a practiced smile, and lives with her life hanging by a thread.
Three years ago, she pushed Shen Du into the Huangpu River and watched him sink with her own eyes.
Three years later, he turned toward her in the middle of the Paramount Ballroom dance floor and said, “The bug behind your earring? I planted it.”
Someone will die before this jazz number ends.
But the target isn’t the one named in her orders. It’s the man standing in front of her.
Neon lights spun three times around the dance floor. Shen Du rested a hand on her waist, a razor blade hidden between his fingers.
“Dance?” he asked.
She placed her hand in his.
Dance. In this world, who isn’t dancing on the edge of a knife just to stay alive?
You think she’s a femme fatale, but really she’s a hidden piece entering the game. You think this reunion after years apart is a new beginning, but it’s only the start of another assassination.
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Three years ago, she killed him with her own hands. Three years later, he asks her to dance in the middle of the ballroom, and tonight, he’s the target of an assassination.
