Chapter 308

Fanny had spent the whole evening focused on Chris, and only now did she notice that Bridget was dressed exactly like the woman in the video.

"You..." Fanny narrowed her eyes, staring hard at Bridget.

Bridget's face went pale with panic. "You're not suspecting me, are you? I was with Mr. Rupert all night."

Fanny's gaze wavered, unsure.

Chris flicked his cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his boot. "Looks like someone was targeting Ms. Simpson. Fanny was just a pawn. Ms. Simpson, have you pissed anyone off lately?"

Bridget lowered her eyes, pretending to think. “Uh... maybe Sylvia?"

"We've had our disagreements," she went on, "but I can't believe she'd drag Fanny into this. What if she's got more deep fake videos like that one?"

"If those get out online, we're finished."

Her eyes glossed over with tears.

Fanny slammed her palm on the table. "She wouldn't dare!"

Bridget tried to soothe her. "Don't worry about me, it's enough that you two have cleared things up. You should get some rest."

Fanny just turned on her heel and walked out.

Chris exchanged

murmured. "Can't say

shrugged, a sly grin on her lips. "Doesn't matter. I say it was her, that's

at the bar, Sylvia hadn't slept a wink all night. She was so out of it she could barely keep her eyes open at work. She kept

out, all she wanted was to get

apartment door when she heard the

Ward, she turned to say hi-only to

Wham.

and slammed her into the

and the ringing in her ears, she caught a

Then everything went black.

she finally came

cleared, her heart nearly stopped. She

from the ten-meter

her was a filthy, abandoned

place looked like

deserted

years-bleacher seats

cracked, some swallowed up by weeds, shards of broken glass glinting in the

building, making an eerie, buzzing sound. The rope suspending her groaned as it rubbed against

she could plunge into the muck

in

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