In Monica Usher’s apartnt, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, smoking a cigarette while staring at her reflection, hazy, blurry, unfamiliar...
A bandage wrapped around her wrist, the wound still ached a bit.
She had finally beco the person she despised the most, becoming Lydia Ingram’s woman, which ant she would have to continue relations with him in the future, and she found it disgusting.
Inhaling the cigarette Lydia Ingram had given her that day, she sighed softly... just wanting to numb herself.
Sotis she thought it was indeed Justin Kingston who ruined her.
At this mont, the doorbell rang... distinctly interrupting her thoughts.
Could it be Lydia Ingram?
She didn’t want to open the door, didn’t want to deal with him, but she feared provoking him.
As a result, she eventually ca out, took a peek through the peephole, her chest tightened, and she suddenly sobered up!
"It’s the police..." She furrowed her brow, stepping back two steps.
Coming to her senses, she took out her phone and dialed Lydia Ingram’s number.
He was in a eting at the company, his phone on silent, but inadvertently saw her call. Lydia Ingram interrupted the eting and stepped out to answer it.
"The police are here..." Monica Usher suppressed the panic in her heart and whispered, "Today I hired soone to kidnap the mayor’s daughter. The plan failed, they were caught, and they implicated ."
Lydia Ingram instructed, "Deny it to death, I’ll figure out the rest."
"..." Monica Usher didn’t know if she could trust him, but she had no other choice. She hung up the phone.
The doorbell kept ringing...
She stubbed out the cigarette in her hand, stood at the door for three seconds, and calmly opened it.
"Monica Usher?" The policeman held handcuffs.
"Yes."
"Please co with us."
"Have I done sothing wrong?" She was very calm, looking innocent.
"You’ll know once you’re there, we’ll talk at the station." The policeman looked at her, "Under normal circumstances, without solid evidence, we wouldn’t wrongfully accuse anyone."
The police cuffed her hands and directly took her away.
Monica Usher’s emotions were complex, Flynn confessed, Justin Kingston intervened... he handed her over to the police.
Could Lydia Ingram have the ability to save her?
Monica Usher didn’t know, but she rembered Lydia Ingram’s words, which were to deny everything.
As long as she didn’t confess, there would be no evidence.
At the Hale Villa.
Hailey Hale didn’t tell her mother about the kidnapping to avoid worrying her.
"What happened to you?" Looking at her daughter’s injured leg, Paige was both anxious and distressed, "Is the injury serious? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"No need." Hailey Hale leaned against the headboard, "I’ve been to Dr. Ian Shelby, you know him, right? dical genius, his dicine is much better than the hospital’s."
"How on earth did you get hurt?"
"I just fell accidentally." Hailey brushed it off, "Don’t ask, I’ve told you many tis."
"Alright, alright, I won’t ask." Paige sat down by the bed, "Finish this bowl of porridge, let feed you."
"Okay." Her arm was aching anyway.
By evening.
Hailey Hale was hoping Finn Morgan would co to see her after work, her phone clutched in her palm, WeChat opened countless tis, yet not a single new ssage.
Gradually, she beca a bit disappointed, missing him... and feeling a bit disoriented.
Finn Morgan received a call from lissa rce, she gave him an address, he was just about to finish work.
After going downstairs, he drove the white Maybach to the restaurant lissa had booked.
Just right, using this opportunity to settle matters of the heart, Finn Morgan didn’t want to let her down, hoping she could understand both his love and lack of it.
And tonight, who would win or lose was truly uncertain.
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