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Chapter 1143:

But since there was no concrete proof, they chose not to push the matter further.

Still, after this incident, both of them became even more protective of Belinda. Even when Belinda went to the restroom, Bethany insisted on accompanying her.

Belinda thought it was a bit over the top, but deep down, she felt a warmth she couldn’t quite put into words.

After dinner, Lucas arrived to pick Belinda up.

In the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

That afternoon, Verena made her way to the health spa for her routine massage. This was one of her favorite indulgences—she visited the spa twice a week without fail.

Maybe exhaustion had been catching up to her lately; as the massage continued, the soothing motions lulled her into sleep.

“Miss Reed? Miss Reed?” The masseuse, noticing that Verena had fallen asleep, softly called her name twice and gave her a gentle nudge.

But Verena didn’t respond at all.

The masseuse swiftly reached up, removed the two tiny plugs sealing her nostrils, and silently made her way to the door. With careful precision, she opened it.

The instant the door opened, a masked woman stepped inside…

“Whatever you need to do, be quick. You have no more than five minutes,” the masseuse whispered anxiously to the woman wearing a mask.

The woman gave a curt nod. “Understood. Wait in the restroom. I’ll call you when it’s over.”noveldrama

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“Alright.” Without another word, the masseuse slipped into the restroom, shutting the door quietly behind her.

The woman then advanced toward the bed with slow, deliberate steps. Had Verena been awake, she would have immediately recognized the woman—it was Kylee.

Kylee reached beneath Verena’s pillow, retrieving her phone with practiced precision. Carefully, she lifted Verena’s limp hand and pressed her fingertip against the screen to unlock the device.

Her fingers moved swiftly, first opening the photo gallery. She scrolled through dozens of pictures but found nothing of significance.

Frustrated, she turned to the other apps, scanning them until she spotted Cloud.

Tapping it open, she once again used Verena’s fingerprint to bypass security.

Methodically, she scanned through the stored files.

Then, she found it. In a concealed album, she found exactly what she had been looking for.

The moment she opened it, her breath hitched. Her expression darkened, twisting into a mask of pure rage.

The album was filled with explicit photos of her.

A fire ignited within her chest—hot, consuming, and merciless. She wanted nothing more than to kill Verena now. But she knew now wasn’t the time for reckless actions. She forced herself to stay composed.

Acting on impulse would only lead to her own downfall.

She clenched the phone so tightly that her knuckles turned bone-white. Veins pulsed angrily on her forehead, her entire being brimming with uncontained hatred.

Then, a soft knock on the restroom door pulled her back to reality.

The masseuse was signaling her that time was up.

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