New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 491 Feel Suspicious? Winnie parked her car outside the psychiatric ward, the familiar building looming ahead. She gripped the steering wheel tightly for a moment, trying to steady her nerves. Her thoughts had been swirling ever since Claire Peterson hired her for this undercover role.

The money was significant, more than she had ever seen for such work, but the risk was equally daunting. Every time she walked through those doors, she reminded herself of Claire's promise to ensure her safety. But what if that promise couldn't be kept?

She sighed, grabbed her bag, and stepped out of the car. As she approached the entrance, her heels clicked against the pavement, the sound oddly magnified in the quiet parking lot. Her mind replayed the questions she still couldn't answer:

Who was Evelyn? What connection did she have to Lisa Thompson? And, most importantly, what was Lisa planning?

Winnie's resolve wavered briefly. She had already decided that if things got too dangerous, she would pull herself out, regardless of the consequences.

Inside the building, the guards greeted her with nods of recognition. Winnie flashed her fake ID badge, offering a polite smile. They had grown accustomed to seeing "Dr. Johnson" around the ward, making her infiltration easier. However, the act didn't lessen the weight of her nerves as she signed in at the visitor's log. Every time she wrote her name, a part of her wondered if she would be caught.

"Morning, Dr. Johnson," one of the guards said as she walked by.

"Morning," she replied, keeping her voice light but professional.

The hallways of the ward were stark and clinical, the muted colors and fluorescent lights doing little to ease her unease. Winnie's footsteps echoed as she made her way to the common area where Lisa Thompson spent most of her time. Sure enough, Lisa was sitting on the couch, watching a rerun of an old sitcom on the television. Her posture was relaxed, but there was something unsettling about the way she carried herself.

Taking a deep breath, Winnie plastered on her best therapist smile and approached. "Good morning, Lisa," she greeted warmly.

Lisa turned her head slowly, her gaze locking onto Winnie's with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. Then she smiled-bright, wide, and utterly unsettling. "Dr. Johnson," she said, her voice cheerful but somehow carrying an undercurrent of something darker. "I was wondering when you'd come back. I've missed our little chats."

maintain the facade, though every instinct screamed at her to turn and leave. "I'm here now," she replied, sitting down on the couch next to

been... fine. Bored mostly. But I kept thinking about you. I wondered if

there was something unnervingly knowing in her eyes. "Personal matters, hmm? I suppose even doctors have their troubles. What's bothering you,

without raising suspicion. "Nothing serious," she said smoothly. "Just the usual

conspiratorial tone. "You know, I'm very good at reading people. It's a little

she kept her expression neutral. "That's very insightful of you, Lisa," she said, deflecting

the sound low and unsettling. "Of course we are. You always like to keep the focus on me. But what if, just for

some secrets are heavier than others. Don't you think?" Winnie took a steadying breath, determined to regain control of the conversation. "Why don't you tell me about Evelyn?

calculating. "Ah, Evelyn. Such a fascinating person, isn't she? But why are you so curious about her,

raced. She needed to tread carefully. "I'm curious because she seems important to

Winnie like a predator sizing up its prey. "She is important to me," she said slowly. "But I think you already know that. Or maybe... you're

forced a laugh, though it sounded hollow even to her ears. "I'm just trying to help, Lisa. That's all." Lisa leaned back, her expression turning thoughtful. "Evelyn is... special.

a relative?" Winnie asked, trying to

you ask?

at all.

you need to worry about, Dr. Johnson. But maybe... you

unspoken meaning. Winnie felt a chill run down her spine, but she forced

Now, let's talk about something else. Like how

possible. Lisa was playing a game, and Winnie wasn't sure

needed.