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Chapter 405
Over time, Sylvia and Violet became more comfortable with each other and eventually, Violet broached
the subject. “Miss, I think Master Carter seems kind of distant toward you. Did you two fight?”
Sylvia was taken aback by this question and asked Violet, ’’Don 1 you know about what happened?”
“What happened?” Violet asked with a blank look.
Sylvia seemed surprised by this and proceeded to explain, “He thinks I’m the one responsible for
putting Madam Carter in this state.”
“Huh?!” Violet asked with widened eyes.
Sylvia became curious. "Haven't you heard anyone talk about this?"
Violet explained, "Everyone said that Madam Carter became like this because she accidentally fell.
Besides, I don 1 think you ’ re that kind of bad person who would do something like that.”
Sylvia smiled and said nothing.
She suddenly remembered what Tara said to her on purpose to provoke her the last time they met.
Since even Violet was not informed of the details, how was it that Tara came to know how she was the
one who pushed Madam Carter down the hill? How was she so confident in accusing her of working
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It seemed to Sylvia that Violet knew about what happened at the resort on that day.
Was it Odell who told her, or did she get the information from someone else?
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Come to think of it, Ramona and the others knew about what happened to Madam Carter as well. Even
though Ramona and Tara were not acquainted, Ramona was an avid collector of paintings and must
have connections to many famous artists. It was rather likely that their social circle intersected at one
point or another and that was how Tara came to know of the details.
The next morning.
Sylvia was just swapping shifts to take care of Madam Carter. As soon as she stepped out of Madam
Carter’s room, she ran into Odell.
He was wearing a black shirt with an uninterested look on his face. His aura was as imposing as usual.
She shrank subconsciously.
Odell glanced at her before walking past her to enter Madam Carter’s room.
She heaved a sigh of relief, then went upstairs to the bedroom.
She took a shower, put on comfortable pajamas, and planned to catch some rest.
As soon as she emerged from the shower, she saw a man inside her room.
He was leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed in front of him. His dark eyes fixed intently
on her.
She felt the strength drain out of her legs against her will.
That was when a thought suddenly occurred to her.
She recollected herself and went to him without being prompted to.
He gave her a narrow look.
She put her arms around his neck, then stood on tiptoe to kiss him on his lips.
A queer sort of silence descended on the room for several seconds.
He wrapped his large, muscular arms around her waist.
In an instant, she found herself on the bed.
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After a series of hectic actions, a wave of silence reigned over the room again.
Sylvia was lying in his arms. Upon noticing that he was about to leave, she pinned him down with her
weight and spoke in a soft voice, "Odell, could you stay here?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOdell paused and regarded her with an odd look.
She suddenly explained, "I know you hate me, but I want to be more than a tool for you to release your
frustration on. I want you to sleep with me even if just for a while."
With that, she fixed him with an expectant look.
He remained silent for a moment with a furtive look. Then, he lay down and shared a pillow with her.
He did not utter a single word, but he silently put his arms around her.
It would appear that he agreed to her request.
She rested her head on his chest.
After some time, she could feel Odell’s breathing turn into a slow and regular rhythm. That was when
she carefully pried herself away from his arms.
She gently rolled past him and got out of bed. Then she dug his phone out of the shirt thrown on the
floor.
She found the phone.
She had seen him unlock it with a fingerprint.
She picked up his right thumb and pressed it onto the fingerprint sensor. Immediately, the phone was
unlocked.
She stealthily took the phone to the balcony and entered the familiar phone number of Sherry. She
drew a deep breath and made the call.
It only rang twice before someone picked up.
The first thing Sherry asked was, “Who’s this?” Sylvia whispered, “Sherry, it's me."
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