Novel & Cerita Womens Murder Club

Chapter 47 : Isabella Sinclair groaned and palmed her head as she opened her mobile and unblocked Jessica Williams. Her eyes rounded in shock seeing the super hot Mathew Hill with another woman. She had been busy visiting top designers for the super rich and shopping for her attire and accessories for the evening dinner with the Hills through the past few days which had left her exhausted. She was getting a body massage at a luxe spa when Jessica’s irritating phone calls started disturbing her.

Mila and Phoebe trembled with fear, huddling together as they stepped back. Several burly, tough-looking men pointed their guns into the room as Lucas entered with a few of his men. His eyes were steely, and he looked grim. When he noticed the two bodies on the floor, his fists tightened in fury so much that they trembled. Without hesitating, Lucas lunged at Mila and snatched the pen gun from her hand. Through gritted teeth, he growled, "This gun again. You got away last time because of it." Mila looked at him warily while shielding Phoebe behind her. She maintained a calm façade and remarked, "Your men may demand money, but targeting women leads to deaths."

Huh? Was there something wrong with her head? Chase felt annoyed about it. "Kill myself? Why? Just because you think you're pretty?" Chase had no idea how to react. "What's with your confidence?" The mysterious woman scoffed at him. "What's wrong? Are you objecting?" "I don't even know you, and you're ordering me to kill myself. Shouldn't I be objecting?" He had no idea what else to say. "Chase Collins, sect master of the Miracle Doctor Sect and Cultivation World Master. Your sect includes sect mascot Walter Lurch, elders Norm Weber, Helena Lobe, and Selmer Griffith, juniors Willow Larsen, Lisa Beckton, and Yara Fries.

Luca tapped her and asked calmly, "What's going on here?" She turned and immediately recognized his face. The woman tried to scream out but he quickly covered her mouth, "Shhh... Tell me" He let go of her mouth and she began, "Rita was shot dead by some masked men. I don't know what she has done to warrant this, she got no enemies and is a good woman everyone knows around here. The world is such a wicked place"

she asked suddenly. "Just colleagues. I'm not required to go to work for some time, though. Where do you work?" "A small company." Her reply was horribly vague, but he supposed they had the next few days to truly get to know each other. Living under the same room stretches possibilities far and wide. "I don't think it's safe to be outside working when you're a target of the most notorious murderer in town." The statement seemed to catch her attention. Lucinda turned to face him. "I know right. That murderer is a true demon. Someone made of an evil heart. Don't you agree, Jean Luc?"

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She whispers discreetly. "That a sick mother fucker was murdered in the East Wing of the club by one of the girls or that, they tossed his body in a drum and dumped him in the bin like trash?" I raise my brows at her, knowing that I am not being as discreet with the facts as I should. She gasps, clamping a hand over her mouth. "So it's true then?" She continues to stare at me with eyes larger than saucers. "Yes, August. It's true, all of it is true." I sigh, running a hand through my hair with frustration.

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

All he had to do was wait for me to fall into chaos, get arrested, and then step in as her savior. The thing that finally made everything click for me was this. In my previous life, when my parents and child were attacked, Hannah had been there too–so why was she completely unharmed? They were inside the room at the time. How could that mob have gotten in? If they forced the door, any business owner would have panicked and called the police immediately. Who would just stand by and let a murder happen on their premises? There was only one answer– He did not care about the guesthouse at all.

The room seemed darker suddenly. Almost breathing. “What exactly are you planning?” I asked carefully. The witch smiled faintly. “To help wounded women reclaim what they lost.” The answer sounded calm. Too calm. But I had already learned that nothing about this woman was simple. I folded my arms slowly. “Grace is emotional, not stupid. She’ll suspect something eventually.” The witch’s expression darkened slightly. “She is already breaking,” she whispered softly. “Wilson’s rejection opened the door for me beautifully.” That made me pause.