The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 476:

All heads turned as two uniformed officers materialized before them. Jocelynn’s knees buckled beneath her, forcing her to catch herself mid-stumble.

“Who contacted law enforcement?”

“That would be me!” Calan emerged from the room, proceeding to provide a thorough account of the entire event.

“What about the surveillance footage?” one of the officers asked.

“The cameras experienced a malfunction last night,” Calan explained.

“There’s nothing to review.”

The note-taking officer shared a knowing look with his questioning colleague, their lips quirking slightly.

“How… convenient.” Understanding rippled through the assembled crowd.

“So every room has been searched except this one?” the officer inquired.

Calan’s brow furrowed in contemplation before Corrine’s voice cut through the silence.

“There’s also the room at the corridor’s end.” All eyes shifted to her as the officers proceeded down the hallway, stopping before a specific door.

“This one?”

“Precisely,” Corrine confirmed.

An inexplicable chill crawled down Leah’s spine as she watched events unfold.

She instinctively twisted her wrist, attempting to break free from Corrine’s iron grip, but to no avail.

𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓 → g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀ꞏ𝖼𝗈𝗆

Leah fixed Corrine with an icy glare.

“What game are you playing?”

Corrine’s lips curved into a subtle, taunting smile.

“Simply participating in your charade.”

Her words sent tremors through Leah’s body as realization dawned—she had stumbled directly into Corrine’s carefully laid trap.

And this time, she wasn’t sure there was a way out. Perhaps Rita, too, had been merely another piece in this elaborate game.

The officers’ persistent knocking yielded no response. They exchanged glances, their instincts screaming that something sinister lurked behind that door.

The manager appeared, slightly winded, extending a key card.

“The room key, officers.”

He retreated quickly, as if fearing what might be revealed.noveldrama

Curious whispers rippled through the gathering crowd.

“Whose room is it?”

“No one knows for certain.”

“Isn’t it Mr. Ashton’s sister’s?”

Bruce’s expression darkened at the mention.

“Bruce, where are you going?” Leah clutched his hand, anxiety etched across her features.

“To check on Rita,” he replied tersely.

Rita was his sister, after all.

He noticed that Leah’s complexion had drained of color, her forehead beading with cold sweat. She resembled a delicate bloom battered by an unexpected storm.

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