She sat like a queen waiting for treason. Pearl straps, crimson silk, eyes sharp as daggers—this wasn’t a guest, it was a verdict. Meanwhile, the glasses-wearer’s raised finger? A mic drop without sound. Divine Dragon’s real magic? Making silence louder than fireworks. 💋✨
That yellow scroll wasn’t just paper—it was a detonator. Every time the man in navy suit unrolled it, the air crackled with tension. The tan-suited guy’s smirk? Pure chaos energy. And Anna’s entrance? Divine Dragon didn’t need explosions—just her heels on marble stairs. 🎭🔥