**
Macy's footsteps echoed in the long corridor.
Mai Xiaomai closed the door.
The room still wafted with Macy's distinctive, subtle scent, reminiscent of olive oil.
If she didn't leave Qiao Chutian, would they both be in danger?
What exactly did Macy mean by that?
Was she there to warn her, threaten her, or kindly remind her?
The more Xiaomai thought about it, the more anxious she became.
She returned to the bed, embraced the comforter, and replayed in her mind the words Macy had said, along with Chutian's unusual behavior.
What had actually happened?
Could it be that some powerful woman had taken a fancy to Qiao Chutian?
And so, she wanted to force him to leave her?
Qiao Chutian was just a businessman from China, and in this strange and mysterious country, he was no different from anyone else.
If someone really threatened her with his life to make her leave him, what should she do?
There was no other way but to leave.
She absolutely couldn't let him fall into danger.
