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,

Was she wrong? Was Maurice really not planning revenge on elicia?

grip. “Are you seriously oing to let Felicia go after

hung in the air

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

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

them exclaimed, “Finally! Something’s

that just a maid?” the other

cares? Maybe she knows something. Let’s talk to her and see if we

the two

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 she vas flanked by two

Why are you running?” one of the paparazzi called

her footsteps faltering just nough for the two men to exchange a glance of

sprang into action, their instincts sharp. “Hey,

actress here–a

he prattled on, his partner grabbed his arm, cutting him off

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