Chapter 337

The atmosphere grew tense, the air thick with silence.

hen, Maurice broke into laughter. The sharp glint in his brown eyes betrayed a flicker of

musement.

for a moment, Abbie felt relief wash over her–had she guessed correctly?

ut before she could fully exhale, Maurice’s laughter ceased abruptly, replaced by a slow, eliberate response. “You guessed wrong.”

His words were as calm as they were decisive.

wo men stepped forward, each grabbing one of Abbie’s arms. Dragged toward the estate

ates,

paled in disbelief. Was she wrong? Was Maurice really not planning

struggling against their grip. “Are you seriously

in

gates creaked open, and without another word, the men tossed her

some trees, a car sat idling. Inside, two paparazzi, who had een camping out for days in hopes of

exclaimed, “Finally! Something’s

just a maid?” the other

talk to

two paparazzi

in a maid’s uniform, Abbie kept her head habitually low, a reflex born from the scars. hat marred her once beautiful face. Her pupils constricted in panic, especially now, when

are you running?” one of the paparazzi called after her, his

her tracks for a split second, her footsteps faltering just nough for the

into action, their instincts sharp.

a certain actress here–a big star, Abbie? She blew up

he prattled on, his partner grabbed his

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