Chapter 281

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"What is it that I want to know?"

Giselle hesitated for a moment before clicking into the message. The file was extensive, packed with written details—and photos.

By the time she'd scrolled through everything, her face had gone ghostly pale. Her grip on her phone was so tight it looked as though she might shatter the

screen.

This was exactly what she'd wanted to know.

Every detail from seven years ago, all the secrets and tangled history between Lysander, Mila, and Forrest during her time abroad-it was all laid out, stark and undeniable.

She didn't know who sent the information, but it matched her own research, only with even more excruciating detail.

Almost all of it was true.

So...

"You lied to me."

Her voice was barely a whisper. "Lysander, you actually lied to me."

The words had barely left her lips before she snapped. The phone flew from her hand and smashed into the wall, the screen exploding in a spray of glass.

But even that didn't come close to quelling the rage inside her.

Like a woman possessed, Giselle tore through the room, ripping and smashing everything within reach. Her eyes were bloodshot, burning with venom and hysteria.

"Lysander! How dare you lie to me!"

floor amidst the wreckage, gasping for breath. One trembling hand covered her face as she sobbed, her shoulders shaking. When she

life hell, then don't

will

hands still shaking in anger, she rummaged through the mess and found her backup phone. She took a screenshot of

know who the person in this photo

this address tomorrow and

next day-Bamboo Grove,

to paint when

glanced at it, her expression shifting. On the screen was a photo of a pair of hands bruised, battered, the bones clearly

sender's last name was

Giselle Harvey?

and she doubted the parents would contact her this way.

would Giselle send her something

a knot twist in her stomach. Whoever

a reason-it had to be someone connected to

Someone important.

Who could it be?

Giselle's number, but there

was declined. It was

Should she go?

The next day.

café

single cup of coffee on the table,

stack of printed documents

arrived. Giselle waited calmly. She was certain

later, the door swung open. Mila stepped in, wearing a wide-brimmed brown hat. Howard followed close

the photos and said coldly, "I

replied, settling into the seat across from her, face expressionless. "What

everything she was facing and considering it was Giselle who'd summoned her-there was

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