I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

The mission released by Hidden Stars meant there would definitely be ongoing surveillance on their situation.

It was only natural that someone had come to investigate and left traces.

Isabella looked at Archibald with a hint of a different emotion in her eyes.

"I really don't understand why House Sterling would end up in your hands."

Her tone was indifferent, yet it struck Archibald like a harsh slap across the face.

Archibald's face turned beet red, and he instinctively wanted to retort, but the sight of Isabella's icy countenance made him swallow his words.

He consoled himself silently.

Forget it, forget it, she's notoriously tough, better not to speak up.

Leopold chuckled quietly to himself on the side.

Lucky he had kept quiet, or he would be the one getting scolded now!

"Do you sense that someone else has been here?"

Unlike Archibald, Amelia seemed much calmer.

She turned and asked John, who simply nodded.

"Do you all remember that peculiar smell we noticed in the basement?"

John looked at the traces on the ground and frowned slightly, "If it were people from Hidden Stars, they wouldn't leave these kinds of walking traces."

John carefully examined the traces on the ground.

When transporting items, there are usually some dragging marks, so it was inevitable that some powder would be scattered on the floor.

People from Hidden Stars typically favored practicality, so their footwear was mostly designed for easy walking.

But now, among these marks, there were traces of two pairs of high heels...

One pair of high heel tracks was roughly size 36, and they were stilettos.

None of the women present today were wearing high heels, and neither had any of the previous Hidden Stars members.

This meant that someone had come here after they had left—someone in high heels, someone who knew this place very well!

The landlady!

John immediately thought of the legendary landlady.

Despite having spent so much time in the Rose Bar, now there wasn't a single person who could recall her face!

This fact alone was eerie enough.

Moreover, it was likely that the people from Rose Bar were aware of their investigation.

Otherwise, it was too much of a coincidence that they had come here.

Was this a coincidence or...

"Let's not go inside; since others have already been here, there's no value in continuing to look around," John said, standing up and looking over the entire Rose Bar with a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

It seems their movements were indeed fast—faster than he had anticipated.

"What should we do next?" Amelia couldn't help but glance at John.

They had finally found a clue; were they really about to let it slip away?

John looked at the footprints on the ground and then surveyed the surroundings.

He had a nagging feeling that the person might still be watching them; otherwise, it was too provocative for them to have returned to Rose Bar just before them.

As for the reason, that was hard to say.

"For now? Everyone go back to their own homes," John said, his index finger and thumb lightly rubbing together as he felt the powder they had picked up from the ground.

Archibald and Leopold were baffled.

Hadn't they come specifically to investigate Rose Bar?

Why were they suddenly heading back now? Didn't that seem a bit off?

"Are we really going back now? Doesn't that seem a bit off? We've already come this far, why not push a little harder?"

Leopold was puzzled why John suddenly wanted to return, but felt that if they left like this, he'd definitely have some regrets.

Amelia and Isabella exchanged a look and instantly understood what was going through John's mind.

Right now, their adversary was hidden while they were exposed.

Continuing recklessly might just give their opponent more leverage.

It might be better to pretend to back off for now, especially since they weren't in a rush.

Watching John, Amelia, and Isabella actually leave, Archibald and Leopold exchanged looks, completely dumbfounded.

"Really, we're just leaving like that?"

Archibald had thought it was just a bluff, but to his surprise, they were actually leaving.

Wasn't that a bit too outrageous?

They had come out today just to check on this bar, and now they were leaving without having discovered anything?

He had thought it was all talk, but they had indeed left.

Despite their growing doubts, Archibald and the others could only forcefully hold back.

Forget it, if the boss says we leave, then we leave.

After John left, in a nearby café, a woman gazed towards the direction of Rose Bar, her lips curling into a slight, upward arc.

Dressed in a silver-white form-fitting long dress, her curves were exquisitely outlined.

A wide-brimmed hat slightly obscured half of her face, her striking face adorned with meticulous makeup, small red lips painted a bright crimson, exuding a captivating allure.

Her fair and slender legs crossed over each other, with dainty toes peeking out from her sandals, gently swaying in a manner most enthralling.

The woman held a cigarette holder in her hand, the mouthpiece carved from fine white jade.

She took a gentle drag, then exhaled a puff of smoke into the air, her lips curling slightly.

"It seems they are not too foolish after all."

Another woman, clad in a black tight-fitting outfit, watched her with great respect and spoke.

"Boss, now that they have discovered the Rose Bar, what should we do next?"

These two were none other than the proprietress and the manager of the Rose Bar.

The Rose Bar has been a covert operation set up by the Dusk Sect in the Imperial Capital for many years, serving as a crucial venue for recruiting new members to their sect.

However, they hadn't anticipated their operations being exposed, and even the Rose Bar itself being discovered.

"Since it's been discovered, why not just let it go? What can we do?"

The proprietress of the Rose Bar said with a light laugh, her tone sultry and enticing, as if she were merely a coquettish young girl throwing a tantrum.

But the manager knew that the proprietress was far from simple.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have ascended to such a position at her age.

A sect leader in the Imperial Capital—second only to the high bishop of the Dusk Sect!

"And the Immortality Organization…" the manager began, but halted mid-sentence, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

He could distinctly feel the sect leader's anger rising; the air pressure around them seemed to drop—a testament to the aura of a powerful being.

If John were here, he would undoubtedly realize that the proprietress of the Rose Bar was a transcendent-tier powerhouse!

Even the manager, who nodded meekly beside her, was a diamond-tier fighter!

"Jasminette, you've been rather talkative lately," the proprietress said with a smile, yet her words sent chills down the manager's spine.

Called by her name, Jasminette fell to her knees with a thud.

"I am at fault! Please forgive me, my leader!"

Despite the commotion, the other patrons in the coffee shop seemed oblivious to the scene, each absorbed in their own affairs.

The proprietress remained silent for a long while, yet the cold sweat on Jasminette's forehead only increased.

Drip... drip...

Sweat trickled down her chin and splashed onto the floor, dampening a small patch of it.

A diamond-tier fighter reduced to such a state of fright highlighted the terrifying strength of the proprietress.

Just when despair began to creep into Jasminette's heart, she finally heard the proprietress's voice again.

"Stand up. I didn't really say anything to you. Look how scared you've gotten."