Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

hapter 247 Anna Is Targeting Me

Chapter 247 Anna Is Targeting Me

Hearing that voice, my first instinct was to turn around, but a realization struck me and I kept walking,

unfazed.

I had figured out who it was-the so-called "kind" middle-aged woman.

She was like a demon cloaked in human skin, masquerading as a benevolent soul to ensnare unsuspecting passersby.

Carter was already waiting for me in the car.

Damian stood by the car door, and seeing them both, a wave of relief washed over me.

It felt as if I was fleeing a demon in the dark night, and they were the light piercing through the darkness.

It was not until I settled into the car and Damian was about to shut the door that the woman changed her address, "Mrs. Bolton."

I looked at her through the car window, puzzled, "Were you calling out to me just now? I thought I heard someone calling Chloe. I assumed it was meant for someone else."

"My apologies, I mistook you for someone else, Mrs. Bolton, I must have misheard, I'm sorry. By the way, is this brooch yours?"

She opened her hand, revealing my brooch.

"Yes, it's mine. I've been wondering where I lost it, thank you."

I gave her a grateful smile. "It's rare to encounter someone as honest as you these days."

To her, I probably appeared as a remarkably naive young woman.

witnessed how adeptly she cleaned blood off her

I am donning a

away, I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw that woman still standing by the

started to speak, but I quickly placed

brooch closely, giving Carter a significant

had been tampered with; it could have a bug

this brooch was mine, why did she not return it immediately? Why wait until

of her during

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Anna Is

to understand that something was amiss during my visit to

and handed it over

More shaken, realh

Shaken by what?"

its neck twisted and bleeding... That day, I nearly died in the bathtub. If you hadn't rescued me in time,

the same, but you've been so kind. Perhaps I see a bit of myself in

now on, I'm going to

the way in silence. When we

Damian got

you were right. The brooch has been

targeting me. This banquet at the Hudsons was a

Silas

I was leaving, and I nearly fell. She caught

been when

the brooch was missing, they managed to implant a bug in it, and then the middle-aged woman returned it as if nothing happened. This was

not been vigilant, Anna would have discovered

spot shivers down my

Such cunning and malevolence!

razor-thin tightrope beside a cliff, where a single misstep