The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 1195:

Embarrassment weighed heavily on Gracie. “People at work have all seen that photo of me with Waldo. I can’t even bring myself to face anyone. I’m begging you to help me; you’re the only one I can turn to.”

Her tone thick with scorn, Rosie replied, “Well, there’s a drastic way to get Ethan on your side.”

Hope flickered in Gracie’s voice as she pressed for an answer. “Is there really? Tell me, Rosie—please, I trust you. You’re the only one who’s good to me. I’ll do whatever you say.” Her mind was in disarray, her judgment clouded.

Rosie softly uttered, “You can try killing yourself.”

Without waiting for a response, Rosie ended the call, turning her attention to her phone’s photo gallery, which was overflowing with explicit photos of Gracie and Waldo. Every shot was sharp, untouched by any filter or blur. If Gracie didn’t reach out to her for help or if she disobeyed, she would release the photos. A smirk curved on Rosie’s lips. “What a fool.”

Returning from lunch, Sonia went back to her desk and skimmed through Gracie’s schedule. An important meeting with Waldo’s company was set for two o’clock, where they would finalize the details of the partnership. A glance at her watch told her it was already one. With a full hour to spare, she assumed Gracie was resting during lunchtime and chose not to disturb her.

toward half past one, Sonia got up to fetch Gracie so they could leave on time. A gentle knock at the office door went unanswered, so

for naps, you know.” Hurried steps brought her right up to Gracie’s side. “Miss Wilson, we need to set off for Waldo’s company now,” she said, hoping

She rounded the desk, only to freeze

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as she took in Gracie’s colorless cheeks and lips. Terror swept through Sonia. For a moment, she feared the worst—that Gracie might already be dead. Regret washed over her in a

been scrubbed from group chats, the ugly rumors still lingered in the company. During lunch, though people had not openly talked about the

Sonia’s voice rang out, trembling with fear. “Miss Wilson! Miss

she leaned close and detected a weak breath. Not wasting a

closed, and he was texting

you stop by for a bit? There’s something I