Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 254

Carmen.

In a dimly lit room on one of the lower floors of a nearby building, a heavyset young man sat hunched over his computer. His fingers moved deftly across the mouse, clicking through one photo after another as he meticulously edited them. The images, all doctored, were of A sleazy grin spread across his face as he leaned back in his chair, admiring his handiwork.

"Carmen," he muttered to himself, his voice low and venomous. "I liked you so much. But you never even noticed me, right?"

His grin twisted into a sneer as his fingers clenched into fists. "How dare you ignore me? How dare you smile at other guys while pretending I don't exist?"

His eyes flickered back to the screen. "Well, you brought this onto yourself. If I can't have you, then I'll destroy you."

Calvin Rivas licked his chapped lips as he sent a message to the group chat with his friends, "New photos are ready. I'm uploading them now."

The group chat lit up with replies. Some participants barely knew Carmen while others simply relished the drama. A few were eager to share the photos further, fueling the flames of gossip and malice.

Calvin walked to his window, pushing aside the heavy curtains to peer through a telescope aimed directly at the apartment across the street-Carmen's home.

the blinds tightly shut. He couldn't see a thing, but the mere idea of spying on her sent a thrill down his spine. His hands trembled as he imagined

suicide and subsequent rescue, his excitement only grew. "She's almost broken," he muttered. "Just a little more, and she'll come crawling to me. She'll have

the upload button, his screen flickered

the " Calvin leaned forward, his brows furrowing

of red text began to appear one

"Male.

"Age: 22

years and 8 months. Pending promotion to junior supervisor next month. "Address: 703, 22

more details about his life appeared on the screen-personal information about him, his family, and

was all there, laid bare for

my God..." Calvin whispered, his voice trembling. His hands shook as he frantically tried to

ugly and pathetic. You'll never

rage. His palms slammed down on the desk as he roared, "Who's doing

vanished as quickly as it had appeared, only

began to fill the