Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 300:

Elyse was seated in the monitoring room when the door was flung open and Vicky stormed in, visibly furious. Upon seeing Elyse, Vicky’s anger intensified. “You’ve been suspended! How dare you show your face here? Haven’t you caused enough trouble for our orchestra?” Elyse furrowed her brow, taken aback by Vicky’s rage. “There’s no need to be so angry with me. I’m here to uncover the truth,” Elyse replied calmly.

Darren, drawn by the commotion, entered the room looking puzzled. He addressed Vicky, “Vicky, are you out of your mind? Why aren’t you practicing your violin? Shouldn’t you be with the rest of the orchestra?” Thinking of the paparazzi gathered outside the building, Vicky vented her frustration. “This is all your fault, Elyse. Can’t you just stay home? Your actions are affecting everyone.”

Setting her phone aside, Elyse stood up from her chair, her voice cutting. “I’m a victim too. Will staying home make my grievances disappear?” Vicky, rendered speechless, finally managed to say, “Have you found any evidence?” Elyse cast Vicky a peculiar glance before responding, “Frankly, I’ve uncovered some clues. I’ll seek assistance shortly, hoping the truth will emerge soon.”

“You’ll return to the orchestra before long,” Darren joined the conversation with an optimistic smile. Elyse nodded in concurrence, hopeful that retrieving the monitoring footage would restore normalcy to her life. Vicky silently left the monitoring room, her fists clenched in frustration. With determination, she hastened to the elevator, her teeth gritted. Once inside, she swiftly messaged Rebekah, arranging a meeting.

“Why did you ask me out?” she questioned

stories

Rebekah affirmed confidently, “Absolutely. I backed up the footage and

data, her collusion with Mabel would be exposed.” Rebekah, concealing her anxiety, retorted, “It’s not going to be that simple. Elyse won’t

I do trust you,” Vicky assured her, declining to dwell on such insignificant concerns. Promptly, she departed, resolved to strategize with Abram on

the call, inquired, “Why are you

of color. She had almost depleted the six hundred thousand dollars. How could she repay it? Mabel sneered relentlessly, her tone devoid of

Mabel’s seriousness, Rebekah shivered. “I’ll do everything to stop Elyse,” she vowed. After the call, Rebekah fretted. How could she foil Elyse’s investigation? With a sudden burst of inspiration, a cunning