"Our builds are quite similar, and our face shapes are somewhat alike too, though our features differ. But if you help me with makeup and under the dim lighting, he probably won’t notice, right?"

After she finished speaking, Sherry’s expression turned serious.

"No way!" She refused her proposal without hesitation.

Yesterday’s incident with Yancy Shaw infuriated their boss, who stormed into Silvanus Manor in the middle of the night. If something else happens today because of Yancy, Sherry could kiss her job at Silvanus Manor goodbye!

"This won’t do either. So what do you want me to do? I’ve already promised him, I can’t just go back on my word." Summer Shawcross looked helplessly at Sherry. She didn’t even need her to handle it personally, yet she still wouldn’t agree?

"And besides, Yancy Shaw is no ordinary person. If I really break my promise, he won’t let it go easily. Things might get even more complicated then."

After listening to Summer’s words, Sherry’s expression became complicated.

She stared at Summer for a long while, hesitated for quite some time... and finally sighed, agreeing.

"Alright, I’ll agree to it!"

Seeing her suddenly agree, Summer was a bit surprised. Before she could be happy, Sherry’s voice rang out again.

"But you have to agree to one condition of mine as well."

"Go ahead." Summer looked at her.

"Once this is done, I hope you settle down and stop doing things that put me in a difficult position." Sherry sighed; this was her only request to her!

Last night, the boss came, and she thought Summer should already know that she worked under Noah Drexler, so there was no need to hide it anymore.

Sherry’s words made Summer feel a bit shamefaced, and she nodded in agreement.

"Alright."

Seeing her agree, Sherry shook her head.

...

Evening, ten-thirty.

Yancy Shaw appeared punctually at Silvanus Manor, and Summer Shawcross directly instructed the staff to lead him to a room inside the manor’s hotel.

Hearing the doorbell ring, Summer, who was busy with some perfunctory preparations in the room, hurried to open the door.

When she opened the door, she saw Yancy Shaw standing solemnly at the door in a deep blue tailcoat tuxedo.

Seeing this, she was stunned for a moment. He looked as if he was attending a wedding banquet...

"Miss Yue." Yancy Shaw glanced at Summer, politely greeted her, and then walked in.

Behind him followed two subordinates, each carrying a long rectangular wooden flat box about as tall as a person.

Seeing the box, Summer was somewhat surprised.

"This is..."

She was curious. How did a request for a piece of clothing worn by his wife turn into him bringing such a large box here?

"Open it." Yancy Shaw glanced at the two subordinates and then spoke.

The two subordinates nodded, placed the box on the ground, and then opened it.

Inside was... a pristine long dress.

Summer Shawcross was taken aback.

"This dress was worn at our wedding, and it’s her favorite. I think this gown will have the best effect." Yancy Shaw looked down at the long dress lying quietly in the box, his expression solemn.

For years, he had invited every so-called mystic practitioner, both domestically and abroad, but the soul-summoning rituals never once succeeded.