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When Andrea walked into the restroom, she calmed down and felt fine. At this moment, everyone was dancing, talking, and enjoying the beautiful night view and cool winds. Few people in this building, not mention to the restroom. Just a few servants were walking around with drinks, fruits, and deserts. Andrea opened the faucet and washed her hands. Andrea looked up at the mirror, considering whether to take off the mask or not. She patted her face cold water and then put on the mask again because she was afraid that someone went into the restroom and found her. When Andrea was drying her hands with a piece of paper towel, her phone rang. She took her phone out and looked at the screen. There was a message from Andrew Clifford. In the message, he claimed that he was going to find an oppor