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!"

itself out, Giselle collapsed onto the floor amidst the wreckage, gasping for breath. One trembling hand covered her face as she sobbed, her

you all want to make my life hell, then don't think you'll

will have

in anger, she rummaged through the mess and found her backup phone. She took a screenshot of one of the photos from her inbox, sent it to Mila, and typed a

who the person in

to this address tomorrow and meet me. Come

day-Bamboo Grove, art

was teaching Julian how to paint

the screen was a photo of a pair of

sender's last name was

Giselle Harvey?

doubted the parents would contact her this

would Giselle send her

Mila felt a knot twist in her

hands, Giselle had sent it for a reason-it had to be someone

Someone important.

Who could it be?

number, but there was

again—each time the call was declined. It was clear Giselle

Should she go?

The next day.

café in

a single

printed documents and

her guest hadn't arrived.

swung open. Mila stepped in, wearing a wide-brimmed

photos and said coldly, "I

seat across from her, face expressionless. "What do you want me

was facing and considering it was Giselle who'd summoned her-there was no way

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