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Charlie’s eyes still lingered on Candice.Candice didn’t want to exchange looks with him, so she simply lowered her head and focused on eating.Phoebe sat there with a soft smile.She didn’t ask any further questions, only urged everyone to enjoy the food.As soon as dinner ended, Candice slipped straight back to her room.Halfway through, the butler delivered a phone, saying Charlie had sent it to her… Fine, he really had thought of everything.Sophia stayed in her room for a while, but soon began yawning nonstop.“I can’t take it anymore, I’ll head back to my room next door to sleep first.” She left.Perhaps because they were at Charlie’s grandmother’s house, with Rex and Jerry nearby as well, everyone finally relaxed their taut nerves completely.But before bed, Candice still went to lock her door. Midnight.“Bzzz—”The vibration of the phone on her nightstand woke her up.Daz

“How come? Afraid?”“If I make a move in the Hawthorne residence, I’ll be exposed!”“Even if you don’t act, they’ve probably already suspected you. You went ahead with your own plan and messed up the current situation. The previous plan can’t be carried out now. The only option is to take the person directly while they’re off guard—and then pin it all on that scapegoat.” A sinister voice flowed through both ends of the phone.“…B-but—”“No more buts. If we don’t act now, there won’t be another chance. Oh, one thing I forgot to tell you—she’s pregnant, and soon she’ll be taking the position of Mrs. Clemens.”“…W-what… pregnant…!!”The person on the other end of the line, having finished provoking, hung up immediately.The figure by the window gripped the phone so tightly, it was almost crushed in their hand.＊＊＊＊Candice slept in until noon.Charlie had only slept for an hour.At this moment, he was handling

Charlie withdrew his gaze.He picked up his chopsticks with unhurried grace, every casual motion pleasing to the eye. His entire demeanor remained unruffled by Candice’s departure. Rather than calling him emotionally stable, it would be truer to say his heart was so cold it sent a chill through anyone near.Phoebe had been watching him the entire time.After a long silence she set down her chopsticks and summoned a maid. “Have the kitchen prepare a dinner tray and take it to Miss Hale.”“Yes, ma’am.” The maid bowed and left.A faint smile touched Charlie’s lips; he thanked Phoebe for her thoughtfulness. “She’s being willful, cousin-in-law. You needn’t trouble yourself—let her go hungry.”“What kind of talk is that?” Phoebe scolded with a playful glare. “A quarrel is a quarrel, but she still has to eat. She’s a girl, after all—indulge her a little.”“I’m only afraid the more we indulge, the more she’ll push.”“So you won’t coax her?”“She asked for a break-up. As she wishes. I hav

They sat side by side on a dark-red wooden bench, backs straight, faces blank, their postures stiff with forced composure.On the wall, a square clock ticked with trembling seconds; on the TV, a suspense drama played, its tense soundtrack wrapping the room in a skin-tight sense of dread.*Screeech—*The iron security door was pulled open from outside.A pair of white high-heels, speckled with black mud, stepped in.Candice and Sophia looked over reflexively.“Young Madam!”Candice cried out in relief, then clamped her mouth shut.Sophia frowned, eyes narrowing, thoughts racing.Phoebe closed the door unhurriedly and walked up to them.Candice twisted around to show her bound wrists, then jerked her chin downward—ankles tied too; they couldn’t move.She dropped her voice to a frantic whisper. “How did you find us? Where’s Charlie? Quick, untie us—get us out!”“I got a call from the steward—said to bring money to redeem you.”Phoebe made no move to loosen the knots.She answered pleasan

Charlie listened with quiet attention. When she finished, he smiled, voice slow and even. “So, cousin-in-law came to rescue them. Those words were just empty threats to scare Miss Hale. You and the steward are definitely not in league—correct?”Seeing him smile, less stern, Phoebe exhaled. He still believed her. She nodded firmly. “Of course. I’ve no grudge against Miss Hale—why would I harm her?”At that moment the “invisible” Candice spoke up. “Yet what you said didn’t sound like scare-talk. You even brought up Denise. You seem remarkably well-informed.”Phoebe shot back, “Knowing your business is hardly supernatural. We’re all from Shandor; ladies talk. Is that strange?”It wasn’t. Put a table of rich wives together for tea and they’ll mine more secrets than a paparazzo—who’s hiring male m