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,

face paled in disbelief. Was she wrong? Was Maurice

you seriously oing to let Felicia go after what she did to

words hung in

without another word, the men tossed her onto the dirt oad

away, behind the cover of some trees, a car sat idling. Inside, two paparazzi, who had een camping out for days in hopes of catching a juicy story involving the infamous Glovers amily, perked up at the

them exclaimed, “Finally! Something’s

a maid?”

Let’s talk to her and

the two paparazzi

kept her head habitually low, a reflex born from the scars. hat marred her once beautiful face. Her pupils constricted in panic, especially

of the paparazzi

her footsteps faltering just nough

into action, their instincts sharp.

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

grabbed his arm, cutting him

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