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.

what belongs to you," she responded with a chuckle, and had I not witnessed how adeptly she cleaned blood off

am donning a

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

started to speak, but I quickly placed my

the brooch closely, giving Carter a

sure if the brooch had been tampered with; it could have a bug

why did she not return

of her during

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my visit to the Hudsons, though he never

over to him. He accepted it naturally

More shaken, realh

Shaken by what?"

died in the bathtub. If you hadn't rescued me in time, I might not have made it." Carter reassured me, "Don't worry, I'll

Sadie just bullied me. I saw no hope and thought yold be the same, but you've been so kind. Perhaps I see a bit of myself in you; you're so young,

on, I'm going

silence. When we

Damian got a

were right. The brooch has been tampered with;

at the Hudsons

Silas to the

me as I was leaving, and I nearly

been when she

and then the middle-aged woman returned it as if nothing happened. This was no accident-it was all

would have

thought spot shivers down my

Such cunning and malevolence!

like navigating a razor-thin tightrope