After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 332

Poppy spread the towel and took a closer look while fumbling for something. Suddenly, she found something hard hiding in the soft towel.

Her towels were all internationally famous brands of excellent quality.

Since they were thick, things hidden inside could be ignored easily.

Poppy was shocked. Ignoring her bleeding arm, she wondered what had been hidden in the shower towel.

She strode out of the bathroom, checking the towel carefully under the light. After squeezing it carefully, she saw several sharp tips.

Those needles were hidden inside her shower towel. Poppy was scared, seeing her blood on two of them.

Her pupils constricted.

Poppy had never expected someone to play such a dirty trick to deal with her.

Then she recalled the woman who secretly intruded into her room at midnight several days ago.

Suddenly, there were several knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" Poppy frowned on alert.

"It's me, Poppy," Sylvia answered outside.

Poppy immediately relaxed and hurriedly opened the door.

Seeing Sylvia, she felt aggrieved and called her in a broken voice, "Sylvia..."

Sylvia arched an eyebrow, wondering what had happened.

Five minutes later, looking at the hidden needles in the shower towel, she looked solemn.

"Let's check other things."

Seemingly Sylvia gave her much courage and confidence. Poppy nodded, feeling secure.

As long as Sylvia was with her, she wouldn't fear anything.

"How disgusting."

Sylvia grabbed the facial towel in the bathroom and pressed it gently. Then she found something hard--a metal.

She carefully pulled out something from the towel and showed it to Poppy.

"What? A razor blade?" Poppy exclaimed, gaping at the razor blade in disbelief.

It sparkled coldly under the light.

Her heart sank. Poppy wondered who wanted to harm her.

Sylvia decisively squeezed all her belongings and pulled out all the hidden razor blades from the towels.

Several towels were cut through by them.

If Poppy's face was cut by them, the consequences would be unimaginable.

'How vicious!'

Sylvia pressed the pillow and took off the pillowcase. A bunch of drawing pins were found.

"I never sleep on the pillow. If I did, my head would be damaged." Poppy gaped at the pins, which were more than a dozen.

If she lay on the pillow, they would sting her simultaneously, just like she had been pricked by the needles in the shower towel just now.

Sylvia worriedly checked everything in Poppy's room.

"Other things are safe. I only found them in the towels and pillows," Sylvia remarked, looking at the razor blades, needles, and drawing pins.

Her heart sank, a chill rising in her spine.