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,

disbelief. Was she wrong? Was Maurice really not

seriously oing

words hung in

creaked open, and without another word, the men

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,

of them exclaimed, “Finally!

is that just a maid?” the

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

the two

the scars. hat marred her once beautiful face. Her pupils constricted in panic, especially now, when she vas flanked by two paparazzi. She turned and bolted, desperate to avoid being photographed hher

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

in her tracks for a split second, her footsteps faltering just

immediately sprang into action, their instincts sharp.

Glovers family, don’t you? Have you seen a certain actress here–a big

grabbed his arm, cutting

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