“So who’s the mastermind?” asked Abel. “They wouldn’t have any reason to hurt Emmeline unless someone asked them to.”
“It’s Evelyn,” said Luca. “That fatso told me.”
“Evelyn?” Abel’s face fell, and murder filled his eyes.
“But I couldn’t find her anywhere,” Luca added, “I’ve gone through the surveillance footage. A masked woman saved her.”
“Is that so?” Abel asked, “Do you know who her savior is?”
“Not sure,” said Luca. “But it’s probably another customer of this place.”
“I see.” Abel nodded. “We can talk about that later. For now, I need you to delete all the surveillance footage just in case the paparazzis try to use anything against Emmeline.”
“Done. I saw Evelyn spiking the madam’s drink.”
“Damn her!” Abel clenched his fists. “You’re done for, Evelyn!”
“The madam destroyed her,” said Luca. “And she pricked her too. Evelyn’s gonna live in agony for the rest of her life.”
“Which she should.” Abel gnashed his teeth. “Blacklist all the paparazzis who got involved in this. And send that fatso to Arturia.”
“Yes, sir.” Luca went away to do his job.
Emmeline woke up at dusk. Abel had been right beside her all this time. She woke up feeling weak and sore.
Abel pinched her cheek, pretending to be angry. “Happy now? Do you want more? You almost gobbled me up.”
Emmeline covered the blanket over her head. She could still remember how… how indecent she was a while ago.
Abel chuckled and tried to pull the blanket down, but he failed. Emmeline wouldn’t let go.
“My gods, I can’t believe I did that. This is so embarrassing.”
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