In the ensuing calm, Rosalynn’s thoughts were eerily collected as she pondered the identity of her assailant.

Peering through the glass at the driver, she recognized no familiar features.

He was an unknown entity, likely acting under orders.

Speculations raced through her mind, but Brylee’s father surfaced as the prime suspect, the only figure she had conflicts with recently.

Could he be the mastermind of this accident?

Half an hour later, Brian appeared, Edwin in tow.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

her, seeking any signs

“Are you truly fine?”

“Yes,” she reassured.

anxiety abated slightly at her

an attempt

planned to

Lyndon maneuvered

her words, Brian’s grip tightened, his lips a firm

harm’s way, saved only by Lyndon’s intervention, echoed a haunting familiarity of

control, attempting to douse Rosalynn with sulfuric acid,

his rivals-in-love who unexpectedly became his

left him wrestling with a tumult

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