Lu Yan“s Acting Skills Can Win Her an Oscar 13

The clown wearing a mask smiled.

It was a sardonic smile aimed at Huo Mian.

Seeing this smile, Huo Mian lost it and roared, “Huo Siqian, I know you’re back. Stop pretending.”

“Who’s... Huo Siqian?”

It was a hoarse voice; Huo Mian found it was unfamiliar.

She was astonished. Did she get it wrong? But remembering the blood-stained wedding gown, she knew Huo Siqian was on the yacht.

With a slight frown, she strode to the side of the clown and pulled off his mask. Seeing his face, Huo Mian froze.

He wasn’t Huo Siqian but a young man of about 20 years old.

But when he had the mask on, she had been confident that he was...

For a moment, Huo Mian was confused.

“You got the wrong person, madam...”

“I’m sorry,” Huo Mian said it in a low voice and left immediately.

Watching Huo Mian hurry out of the room, the clown revealed a smug smile.

After Huo Mian went out, she felt her heart beat faster. Her sixth sense had never failed her; the clown must be someone she knew.

Huo Mian’s mind raced and then an idea dawned on her.

Then she ran back into the dressing room.

Sure enough, the clown had disappeared...

It seemed Huo Siqian wasn’t alone; this clown was definitely one of his men.

At the thought that Huo Siqian’s men were also on the yacht, Huo Mian panicked.

Did it mean her family and friends were all in danger?

At this thought, Huo Mian turned to go out and find Qin Chu, but to her surprise, the door was locked from the outside.

Thinking she had made a mistake, she pulled at the door several times, but it was indeed locked.

Finally, her heart sank. Everything was part of a conspiracy, including Nie Lingxuan’s return, her weird behavior, and her disappearance; the clown, the mask, and the blood-stained wedding gown. Everything was connected.

As Huo Mian sorted out the things swiftly in her mind, a familiar voice came from behind her...

“Hello, Sister Mian.”

Her body shook when she heard this voice.

She turned her head and saw it was indeed Huo Siqian.

In his hand was the clown’s mask. She had a strong feeling that he was the clown performing on stage a while ago.

“Jack...”

Huo Mian looked at the familiar face calmly and said the name.

“You’re wrong. I’m your Big Brother Qian...” Huo Siqian chuckled. Sitting on the chair, he had the mask in his left hand while the fingers of his right hand tapped on his thigh.

“You can’t trick me. I’ve known him for years and can tell you guys apart. Huo Siqian doesn’t have that look in your eyes.”

“Hehehe. What look in my eyes?”

Huo Siqian, no, Jack, laughed in a low hoarse voice and asked Huo Mian.

“As I said, he is a bad guy but still retains a trace of humanity inside... But you...have no humanity.” Huo Mian looked at him calmly.

Jack’s eyes looked dangerous and wild, like a primitive and ruthless animal.

Yeah, Huo Mian was right.