The sa night.
In a rented apartnt, Barbara hadn’t taken a shower yet. She sat absent-mindedly on the sofa, her mood sinking to rock bottom.
Looking for a job... Can’t accept the ones for five or eight thousand, yet a fifty or eighty thousand one is beyond her capabilities.
Originally, she had taken so money from Monica Usher to spend, but her heart wasn’t at peace.
Now it’s worse, owing 2 million...
Although Monica said she doesn’t need to repay, the sheer amount makes Barbara sowhat uncomfortable.
How should she repay her?
Barbara thought, as images flashed in her mind, finally stopping on that silver case... She rembered the password.
The case is at the company, she can’t make a move.
But what if the case is not at the company?
In a couple of days, Anton Miller is going to shoot a promotional video, which might be an opportunity.
With this breakthrough, Barbara might be less depressed. She got up and walked into the bathroom.
And in another apartnt.
The sound of water flowed from the bathroom; Lydia Ingram was inside.
The bed was a ss, with half of the sheets slumped to the floor. Monica Usher stared at the ceiling, exhausted, disdainful, and despairing, naked, her fingers clenching little by little, wishing she could tear the blanket apart.
By the ti Lydia ca out, she had already dressed, calmly walking towards the bathroom.
Lydia wasn’t planning to leave tonight.
He was flipping through his phone at the window when a call ca in; the screen showed the na ’Grace White,’ and he rejected it without a second thought.
The caller didn’t try again...
The bathroom, having been used by Lydia, disgusted Monica, with even the air feeling filthy, but she had no choice.
"Cecily... I beg you not to kill , please! I’m wrong, I’m a bastard!!"
The nightmarish voice mingled with the sound of water, lingering in her ears, unable to be washed away.
Monica once again couldn’t help recalling that terrifying night. At ten years old, after being forced by her mother countless tis to sleep with wild n, she finally couldn’t bear it anymore and grabbed a butcher knife...
She vented her wrath, losing her sanity, wanting to kill her!
"You’re not human! I hate you!!"
"Grace White! Go to hell!!"
"Die——!"
That night, it felt as though a demon lived in her ten-year-old body; Monica had no more longing for this demon-like woman.
She ran away from ho countless tis, only to be caught back by Grace White and tortured in a perverse manner, suffering every ti she couldn’t repay gambling debts.
Hit so hard, with the knife tiring her hands to the point of weakness, yet she still wasn’t dead?
Monica felt terrified; she didn’t want to go to jail again... didn’t want to be taken away by the police.
After coming out of the bathroom, she went directly to the study and locked the door behind her.
Following Barbara’s description, she began rapidly sketching on paper, then sent it via WeChat. By this ti, it was already two in the morning.
She made a phone call; Barbara answered groggily, "Hello."
"Check WeChat, reply," Monica said these six words soberly, then hung up.
Barbara instantly beca much more awake. She sat up and opened WeChat, dumbfounded upon seeing the design Monica sent!
Was her description too good? Or was Monica just a genius?
"This drawing is too accurate!" she couldn’t help but exclaim. "Simply identical..."
Monica asked her via WeChat, is it identical?
She replied in shock with four words—
Exactly the sa!
Then there was no response from the phone,
Barbara didn’t ask, but she was wide awake now, what should she do? Design it exactly the sa?
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