Crossroads

Chapter 255

Today, Stephanie was home alone,

She sat at the dining table, sipping a large glass of milk with a seemingly natural demeanor. As Molly left and closed the door, Stephanie immediately put down her breakfast. In truth, she was suffering from stomach acid and couldn’t eat. She was just pretending.

She was expressionless as she quickly stood up and walked to the balcony. She brought an extendable aluminum ladder into the apartment.

Stephanie placed the ladder against the cast wall of the living room, climbed up, and defily removed a black, thumb–sized device from a hidden comer of the ceiling.

She then found three more identical devices in the other corners of the living room. These were wireless surveillance cameras

Stephanie knew that the living room, her guest room, and even the balcony were equipped with these cameras. Apart from the bathroom, there were hardly any blind spots in the apartment.

She didn’t bother searching for the cameras in other places. It seemed unnecessary.

Stephanie threw the four small electronic devices from the living room into the trash, returned the ladder to the balcony, and found a 90×60 cm whiteboard, a whiteboard marker, and an eraser from a storage cabinet by the balcony.

Sitting on the sofa, she placed the whiteboard on her lap, holding it with her left hand while her right hand sketched

Occasionally, she furrowed her brows, annoyed, and erased everything she had previously drawn, then started over.

“It’s not like this, it’s not like this..” Stephanie muttered to herself

whole.

right hand holding the marker, she closed her eyes as if forcing herself to recall something. Based on her memory, she swiftly jotted down notes on the whiteboard, including some diagrams and analyses. She was creating a mind map, trying to piece together the fragmented

in her mind.

stop, her expression heavy with frustration, as

faint sound of her erasing the whiteboard from

Suddenly, a

ringing

the marker in her hand fell to the floor.

was on high aler. She immediately grabbed the eraser and wiped all the text and drawings off

seemed indifferent to the incoming call. She placed the whiteboard on the sofa beside her, bent down to retrieve the marker

left side of the TV cabinet. As she reached for it, her movements hesitated, and her gaze fixed on a small red ornament hanging on

up the marker and

she touched it, her expression turned

a reflective lens.

from the ones she had found earlier. Was it another group

continued to ring incessantly, the caller

red camera tightly, her emotions barely contained, squeezing it with all her might.

button, her hoarse voice

voice responded, “Hello, I’m Matthew Rowen, the

you when you first had the

if something had triggered her, Stephanie responded through gritted teeth, “I know,

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operated on her when she was rushed into the