CHAPTER 153: CHAPTER 153: VIDEO

Miss Ivy smiled and asked again, "Has Director Monroe ever experienced such premonition dreams?"

Sienna Monroe remained calm, her gaze tranquil, concealing that trace of scrutiny that was hard to detect.

She chuckled and said, "Such things probably depend on fate; not everyone can dream of them."

The implication was that she had never had such dreams.

Nor did she believe in such things.

"Well, Director Monroe is right. Perhaps I’ve spent too long abroad, attended too many religious gatherings, and started to believe in them a bit."

Sienna Monroe still smiled but did not continue the topic.

The two chatted for a while, and as they prepared to pay and leave, the snow outside seemed to have intensified.

A thin mist filled the air, quivering gently in the biting cold wind, like an exquisitely beautiful natural landscape painting.

Sienna Monroe originally wanted to pay the bill, but Ivy stopped her.

She smiled and said, "It’s hardly fair to let Director Monroe always treat us. You treated us last time, so no matter what, this time it’s my turn."

Sienna Monroe glanced at her and didn’t insist, putting away her phone.

She lifted the corner of her lips, her voice gentle, "Then I’ll let Miss Ivy be so generous."

"Director Monroe is too kind." Ivy’s voice was gentle, but on such a biting snowy day, it seemed a bit conspicuous, "I enjoyed this meal very much today; I feel like Director Monroe and I are very compatible."

Compatible?

What kind of compatibility?

But Sienna Monroe did not feel she was deliberately trying to forge a relationship or close the distance.

She moved her eyebrows slightly and subtly changed the subject, "Today, the selected photos, please go back and organize them and send them to my assistant.

Also, those selected paintings, once they’re in the country, please contact us promptly."

"Of course, Director Monroe. Rest assured."

Miss Ivy asked with a smile, "Do you know when the curation plan might be ready? Maybe because I saw Teacher Audrey and Faye Irving’s exhibition, I now have high expectations for mine."

Sienna Monroe smiled lightly, "It will be soon. A draft will be ready this week. If Miss Ivy has any suggestions, feel free to let me know."

"Okay, then I look forward to it. Did Director Monroe drive here? Do you need me to take you back to the art museum?"

"No, thank you."

"Alright, then see you next time."

After watching Ivy leave, the smile on Sienna Monroe’s face gradually faded, her eyes clouded with a bit of coldness and distance, as she also got into her car.

Letting the scenery outside the window recede in her almond eyes, her mind lingered on Ivy’s mention of premonition dreams.

Premonition dreams?

Do such things really exist in the world?

But inexplicably, there was a voice in her heart that believed.

Perhaps because of that mysterious text message from the future.

She recalled those two vivid dreams once more.

Holding her daughter’s corpse. The image of walking slowly into the lake with an urn.

So real, yet so... chilling.

Could this also be the so-called premonition dream?

*

Caleb Sinclair had been resting for three days due to illness, and upon returning to the company, Special Assistant Langley didn’t let him work long hours, coming to the office around half past six to "chase him away."

Caleb Sinclair thought about Sienna Monroe’s efforts in the past two days and couldn’t bear to make her worry about him anymore, so he grabbed his coat and left the company.

He then sent a WeChat message to Sienna Monroe, asking when she’d be back and what she’d like for dinner, as he planned to cook.

Wife: [I’m just about to leave.]

Caleb Sinclair: [Then I’ll come to pick you up.]

Wife: [No need, there’s a driver. It’s a bit of a detour for you, and it’s snowing, too much trouble. Just go home directly.]

Caleb Sinclair pressed his lips.

Was it the uneasy feeling in his heart at work, that every time Sienna rejected him he felt a slight discomfort, a dark cloud quickly fleeting across his warm peach blossom eyes?

He took a deep breath and just as he was about to exhale slowly, his phone suddenly rang with a text message notification that made him tense.

The phone screen hadn’t even dimmed, and he could see it was a text message.

Once again, it was from that mysterious unknown number that had sent him two messages before.

It appeared to be a video.

He felt as if something sharp had stabbed his heart, bringing on an inexplicable sense of foreboding, making him hesitant to open the text.

He raised his hand, pinched his brow, his fingertips slightly pale as he held the phone, building up the mental fortitude to open the message.

Sure enough, it was a video.

Though it was very short, only three or four seconds long.

Judging by the thumbnail, the video seemed to feature two figures standing very close together.

He gently tapped open the video with his fingertip; the filming distance seemed somewhat far, and although the image quality was a bit blurry, recognizing the two people in the video was not difficult.

Caleb Sinclair’s breath halted, his gaze suddenly constricted.

The people in this video... were Sienna Monroe and Sebastian Prescott.

The two seemed to be at the entrance of a restaurant, Sebastian Prescott said something briefly, then suddenly bent down to eye level with Sienna Monroe, appearing to kiss from this angle.

Even if it wasn’t a kiss, the two’s behavior was intimate and ambiguous.

And the outfit Sienna Monroe was wearing was exactly the one she wore when she left this morning.

With a "boom," Caleb Sinclair’s brain instantly went blank.

All the colors vanished without a trace, leaving only emptiness.