Five Years as the Impostor's Lab Rat
What surprised me, though, was that Eliza had also begun to harbor a trace of suspicion toward her precious Christopher.
As soon as Christopher entered a familiar luxury boutique, he made the excuse that he wanted to try on some clothes and headed toward the fitting room.
Not long after he went in, I saw him irritably unlock his phone.
"Get someone to dispose of the body in the basement as soon as possible. Make it look like he escaped on his own. Remember—don't leave a single trace behind!"
After sending the message, Christopher walked out with a beaming smile.
What he didn't know was that after he had entered the fitting room, Eliza had also made a phone call.