The Sweetest Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 521 - チャプター 530

Charlotte's eyes snapped open in shock. The hand gripping her waist immediately withdrew."Uncle Chester, aren't you afraid I'll call the police and have you arrested for breaking into someone's home?" Jonathan asked. He slid one hand casually into his pocket. His features were tinged with mocking disdain as he turned toward the living room.There, a tall figure had appeared. Chester sat on the couch in a tailored suit. He had an impeccable posture and a cold demeanor. The chiseled lines cast faint shadows across his face. The gold-rimmed glasses on his nose caught the light, hiding whatever emotions lay in the depths of his eyes.Hearing Jonathan's taunt, Chester lifted his eyelids and replied, "No one's stopping you. Go ahead and call them."Chester had come all the way from Seaworth for one reason, and that was to find Jonathan. After hiring someone to pick the lock, Chester had been sitting here for half an hour before Jonathan finally showed up.Chester had witnessed everythi

At the second floor of the Stone residence, Holly and Lyla sat shoulder to shoulder in Lyla's room. Holly's eyes locked on Giselle. With a forced smile, she said, "Ms. Stone, I may not have made myself clear before. My sister's situation can't be fixed by a psychologist. You're just wasting your time by coming here."After Giselle's unexpected visit last time, Holly had practically glued herself to Lyla's side. How far did Holly plan to take it? Even when Lyla went to the bathroom at home, Holly would stand right outside the door.Seated across from them, Giselle met Holly's hostility with calmness. There wasn't a trace of panic shown in her expression. Instead, she turned her gaze to Lyla, who sat with her head down silently.After a moment, Giselle smiled and replied, "I was invited here by Mrs. Stone. If my presence is truly unnecessary, she should be the one to tell me so."She paused, then added, "Ms. Sharp, aren't you getting things backward? You're only living in the Stone

The weather in July made it feel like one was living inside a steamer. With temperatures soaring to 100 degrees Fahrenheit, stepping outside felt like one might melt instantly.Giselle pulled her car into a narrow alley. The place was dim and damp, while also reeking of mildew. She lowered her head while holding her phone in one hand. She was waiting for a message.Just then, her phone buzzed, and a pop-up appeared on the screen. It was a message from the private investigator that read, "Angela is meeting someone at this hotel today. I'll send you the room number in a bit."The private investigator was from a detective agency that Giselle had worked with many times. If she had to rate their work, she would give them a solid ten out of ten. They were fast and accurate. With those two qualities alone, they were making a fortune.In the passenger seat, Jean glanced toward the five-star hotel across the street. She frowned and asked, "Gigi, are we waiting for Angela?"When they arrive

Giselle's words completely stunned Jean. No matter how hard Jean tried to wrap her head around it, she never would have guessed that Giselle would actually use the police to deal with Angela.Jean had to admit it was a cruel move, but it was satisfying nonetheless. She still remembered how arrogantly Angela used to strut around in front of her. She had remembered it all.Growing up in a privileged household meant Jean had been raised never to cross the line. After all, beyond being a wife and a mother, she was also the daughter of the prestigious Fordham family.The police in Seaworth arrived quickly at the scene. About 15 minutes later, two police cars pulled up in front of the hotel. Several uniformed cops stepped out and flashed their badges to the receptionists before heading straight for the room number Giselle had given them.It didn't take long for a small crowd of onlookers to gather. After all, the gossip-loving gene ran strong in the blood of the people here. No matter wh

"Madam, do you still remember me? I connected with you a few days before the college entrance exams," said the person.Of course, Giselle remembered him. He was a student in his senior year of high school. He'd asked Giselle if he should give up his spot at a top public university for the sake of his girlfriend.Giselle replied, "I remember."The person said, "I've taken the college entrance exams, and the results are out. My score is good enough to get me into the university I've been dreaming of."At that, many viewers started leaving comments."The pure-love warrior is back! I was there in the live stream that day! I tried so hard to convince you!""So, you didn't just randomly send your applications in, right?""While others are getting into top public universities, my brother is packing up to work at an electronics factory. He scored extremely low. If he had written just a bit more, it wouldn't have been this bad!""Scores aren't everything. What if your brother works hard