“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.”

closed the door on Debora’s face upon

the trash can like before, she realized something. The ingredients of the food were nutritious, so she

was stunned after hearing what Glenda had said. It

arm and agitatedly asked, “Is

could it not be true?” Glenda asked

Why did Camila not die? Why did she still have to

that as long as Camila was

now, Debora only had one thing in mind: Camila should disappear

up her gentle facade. “Glenda,

to the

in the dark and wet

“Mrs. Johnston, you should eat some, or you’ll

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