My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s) novel Chapter 393

Even the slow-witted Angela realized something was wrong. She blinked. "How could this be such a coincidence? This must be intentional, right?"

Candice remained calm. She looked at the broken teapot on the ground. It had shattered into pieces, with sharp edges and corners. The tea inside had splashed everywhere and it was still warm, indicating that the water had been boiled a little while ago.

It was clear how ruthless the culprit was.

Angela waved her hand in front of Candice. "What's wrong with you? Are you in shock?"

Candice looked up but didn’t answer Angela's question. She asked Sawyer. "Did they say when they started the maintenance?"

"Ten minutes ago."

Candice's fingertips curled up. Ten minutes ago was exactly when their meeting ended. The person had timed it perfectly.

But who could it be that hated her to this extent?

Candice's thoughts were chaotic, but soon a person's face appeared in her mind.

Sonia.

Among the people who she had conflict with and was in Solaris, other than Sonia, she couldn’t think of anyone else.

She looked at Alex subconsciously, only to see him frown coldly, and his black eyes icy. Alex happened to look up too. Their eyes briefly met in the air, then quickly separated.

Candice had a feeling that Alex must have already known who did it.

She took a deep breath, about to speak, when she heard Angela's voice beside her.

Angela touched her chin and said, "Candy, I think you might be overthinking this. Maybe that person didn't intend to hit you but wanted to hit Mr. Elysian instead. They just had a bad aim and almost hit you. After all, you don't have any enemies in Solaris, and Mr. Elysian is in business. There might be some business rivals targeting him."

The more she said, the more reasonable it sounded.

She ended with a solemn reminder to Sawyer. "If things don't improve, you should quickly hire a bodyguard for Mr. Elysian, so as not to endanger others."

Sawyer coughed softly, not daring to respond.

Angela looked innocent, appearing completely justified. She even added without a trace of embarrassment. "Mr. Elysian, I'm not kidding. Candy is pregnant and shouldn't be under stress. Your recent scares are too dangerous for her." She quickly took the wheelchair from Hanley's hand and helped Candice sit on it, then waved her hand. "You handle this matter quickly. The baby can't hear about these cunning schemes. It's cold and windy here. I'll take her over there and wait for you."

She did not wait for anyone's response and pushed the wheelchair away.

The wheels made a slight sound on the ground, and Angela breathed a sigh of relief. After taking Candice to a sheltered place, Angela looked up at the building with a complicated expression.

Although the Browns were not extremely wealthy, they could be considered middle class. Angela herself was astute and would not be oblivious to any tricks. So, her previous remarks were just to deliberately change the topic.

Candice also understood this, so she did not resist when Angela pulled her onto the wheelchair.

She looked up at Angela quietly. "What have you found?"

Angela had chosen her position well, blocking the view from the conference hall and creating a blind spot.