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Desiree ran in panic, losing the strength to even drive. After a few attempts, she finally dialed the right number to
get her driver to pick her up.
By the time Desiree arrived home, she was drenched in sweat and as pale as a piece of paper, panting heavily.
Though the room was just a short distance away, she had to hold onto the wall for support.
The house she stayed in was bought by her family years ago in Centrolis. It was a large and quiet suburban
property, far from public view. However, Desiree still found it was lacking.
After catching her breath, she frantically closed all the curtains in the house, feeling terrified by the earlier events.
Not only did she feel jealousy for Lina now, but resentment as well.
The maid approached her quietly and said, “Miss, the person you want to meet is already in the guest room.”
“What?” Desiree calmed down. “She’s here?”
“Yes, she arrived from Jangasas this afternoon. Since you weren’t home, I took her to the guest room,” the maid
replied.
“Got it.” Desiree took a deep breath, trying to slow her racing heart. Slowly, she made her way upstairs, took a
shower, and changed clothes.
Soon, she headed to the guest room and opened the door.
The young woman in the wheelchair had her back turned to the door, but upon hearing the commotion, she turned
around.
Desiree was shocked.
The scar on the young woman’s face was more repulsive than she had imagined.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMaintaining her composure, Desiree approached and greeted, “Hello, Ms. Grist.”
“Hi.” Violet responded softly, her voice almost a mumble.
Violet had been disfigured, and her family had brought her back to Jangasas from Southern Aciatic. Despite
countless reconstructive surgeries, she couldn’t regain her previous appearance. Instead, her tissues were
damaged, and she couldn’t even smile anymore.
Before Desiree came to Centrolis, she had discovered that Violet used to be Lina’s rival in Jangasas. Moreover, Lina
was somehow connected to Violet’s disfigurement.
Desiree had invited Violet to Centrolis with the promise of helping her seek revenge against Lina.
“Ms. Grist, I know the Grists started the business by making drinks. I know there was a best-selling drink that was
investigated due to Lina’s report, which caused the Grists’ decline in the market,” Desiree said.
“Yes!” Violet’s voice was a mumbling mess, but her determination was clear. She punched the wheelchair’s handle,
exclaiming, “That bitch! Bitch!”
Desiree smirked. “The same bitch you’re talking about is now the daughter of the Thompsons. Do you have the guts
to take her on?”
“I don’t care whose daughter she is! She hurt me before, and I’ll make sure she suffers for the rest of her life!”
Violet declared.
Desiree nodded. “It’s good to see such persistence in you.”
Desiree helped Violet up from the wheelchair and took her to the courtyard.
The suburbs were quiet, but despite belonging to Centrolis, the area felt underdeveloped, with bushes scattered
everywhere. It made it seem desolate at night.
The Harpers were believers in astrology. However, did they not consult it before buying this land and building their
house? Didn’t they research if this area was suitable for living?
Looking around, Desiree felt irritated.
She remembered her family always saying, “Your environment decides who you are.” The scenery seemed to
reflect that her life was heading downhill.
Desiree shook off the thought and said to Violet, “I heard that something was added to the drink that made it
illegal?”
Violet fell into silence.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Grist. I’m not asking you to relive the past. But if we want to torture Lina, we can only do it this
way!”
“What do you mean?” Violet asked.
“The Thompson Group’s film studio project has begun, and it’ll be open soon,” Desiree said with arrogance. “Half of
the entertainment circle will be there! Who do you think is best suited to bear the responsibility when something
goes wrong with the celebrities’ drinks?”
Violet realized what Desiree meant, but she dared not laugh out loud. Instead, she chuckled like a character in a
horror film.
Desiree looked at her with disdain and turned away.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Harper!” Violet’s speech was slightly muffled. “I will get the Grists’ R&D department to hand me
the formula right away. Ha! I guarantee that the celebrities will hate the Thompson Group completely on the day of
the opening ceremony!”
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Lina, Zuko, Toph, and Renee had a group chat called “The Happy Four” for casual chats.
However, the group was not happy today. They looked serious as they met at a cafe.
No matter how much they investigated, the identity of the janitor remained a mystery.
Everyone they questioned said the same thing.
“This person is very mysterious. The bar owner said she doesn’t have an ID. They hired her because she didn’t ask
for a salary. All she wanted was three meals a day and accommodation. The bar owner was smart to have agreed
to her request.”
“She has no ID, so it’s only natural that nobody could investigate her through the usual methods. The people
around her know little about her. They only know that she’s called “Lena”.
“She’s very hardworking and cleans the bar thoroughly. However, she’s quiet, and her colleagues think she’s mute.”
“Lena…” Lina repeated the name, but it didn’t ring any bells.
“Lena, Lena. Where art thou?” Toph chuckled. “You’re Lina, and she’s Lena. Your names rhyme! Maybe you’ll run
into her if you chant her name!”
Zuko spoke in a serious tone. “Lina, can’t you think of any other details?”
As Lina tried her best to recall, a thought suddenly struck her. “She seemed very interested in the word ‘Krys’ when
she caressed the gun handle that day!
“Could she… have seen the gun before?” she wondered aloud. “Could she be related to Madame Krys?”
Renee also looked serious as she spoke. “Cuz, Madame Krys is involved in human trafficking… Perhaps she was one
of her victims?”