Nine months too late: After divorce by Baby Charlene

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An uneasy feeling crawled onto her neck. She squeezed the note even tighter, then slipped it into her purse.

Paul was someone she'd become acquainted with from the Group's previous annual party. He was one of the people Westley had introduced to her, and that day, they'd bonded very well with Paul being a very lovable man. He was a man in his early fifties and had some sort of relationship with Westley. So, there were a few times Sylvie had seen him with Westley, which made them even become better friends.

Prior to that time, they'd already met and exchanged pleasantries at the party. But now, she couldn't understand what he had to say about Kage. It seemed creepy, for some reason, She kept checking the time. Everything was still going normal at the party. She couldn't find Paul around and figured he was already making his way to the balcony.

it was finally fifteen minutes.

After what seemed like an eternity, she said to Westley who had been having fun conversations with the people on the table.

"I think I need to use the restroom," she said to

"Okay. Do you need some sort of assistance? Should

She

hit him on the shoulder. "You're not crazy, are you with you?"

He smiled, then she walked off, exhaling a deep breath.

She took the elevator, clicking the button to the last floor where the balcony was. The party was taking place in a tower-like building. So, Sylvie has to go really up to get to the balcony. She soon reached and emerged from the elevator.

It was quiet. She took slow, careful steps toward the balcony ahead, looking around. Somehow, she didn't feel good about this. It was just like that night when Lancelot had deceived her. Are you sure about this?" she had asked, her palms sweaty.

Of course, Sylvie. It's only a sleep inducer. It's not like you causing real harm, he'd said with that ugly smile on his face.

Sylvie sighed wearily, closing her eyes and shutting out the memories.

She kept walking, until she reached the balcony, and that was when it happened - the moment her heart stopped beating.

She froze, color draining from her face.

corpse before her - someone was dead. Murdered. And it

-

stumbled back

as well as the

Sylvie was

as Westley had her pulled to himself with his arms around her. He'd also taken off his shirt jacket, wearing

had been stabbed - six time's in the chest, but the murder weapon wasn't

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to the cops and I no

"Miss,

you

way. Can you tell us what you know? Why were

getting of of Westley's chest,

stuffy, I needed air. I came up

a bigger suspect, and she wasn't ready to get tangled in this mess. "Did you see anyone or anything suspicious on your way here?" He asked, joting down

Everything was pretty normal

the

П

said they'd seen him speaking to you just few minutes before

skipped a beat.

a lot of people in there. So, you can't question her simply because they spoke and 7m damn sure she wasn't the only one he'd spoken to in the Last hour." Sylvie gulped hardly,

down as well. "Um what exactly did he say, tho? When

I was enjoying the

He nodded.

So,

you

had to take the elevator up to the ninth floor to

He walked

wasn't Westley who spoke