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,

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

she shouted desperately, struggling against their grip. “Are you seriously oing to let Felicia go after what she did to

words hung in

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

far 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

exclaimed, “Finally!

is that just a maid?” the

something. Let’s talk to her and see if we

the two paparazzi approached

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,

miss! Why are you running?” one of the paparazzi called after

a split second, her footsteps faltering

into action, their

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

prattled on, his partner grabbed his arm, cutting

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