“Mr. Johnston has said it many times,” Glenda reminded Debora. What she had just said rendered the unwelcome visitor speechless.

She did not like women who would not take no for an answer, Like Debora.

In her mind, Debora was a mosquito—annoying and would not leave you alone.

Isaac had already said in Debora’s face he did not like her, but she continued to shamelessly stick up to hin.

How shameless she was!

“Miss Griffith, Mr. Johnston is married. Please stop coming here,” Glenda insisted, not wanting to see Debora in the villa again.

“I know that,” Debora patiently replied. “But didn’t Camila disappear?” “Mrs. Johnston is back, so please stop trying to covet a married man.”

door on Debora’s face upon saying

as she was about to throw the food into the trash can like before, she realized something. The ingredients of the food were nutritious, so she figured she might as well

what Glenda had said. It took her quite a while

she saw Glenda come out, she grabbed Glenda’s arm and agitatedly asked, “Is it true? Has Camila really

back himself. How could it not be true?” Glenda asked back

hand. Why did Camila not die? Why did

long as Camila was

thing in mind: Camila should

up her gentle facade. “Glenda,

the back of

locked in the dark and wet storage room beside

front of Camila. “Mrs. Johnston, you should eat some, or you’ll starve

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