The moment the call connected, she kept her voice low and spoke rapidly, "Operator, I need you to track a user's location immediately. She is currently suicidal. I'll send you her account info right now. Please, you have to hurry."
Hanging up the emergency call, Seraphina continued to DM the girl.
[Promise me, okay? On the next stream, we'll do a live call.]
Seraphina patiently counseled her, trying to divert her attention, and it wasn't until the girl replied, 'Let me think about it,' that she finally breathed a small sigh of relief.
Right after, she swiftly deleted her DM history, the emergency call log, and every single trace of her activity on the phone, ensuring absolutely no clues were left behind, before handing it back to the maid who had just walked in.
The little maid took the phone, her eyes laced with a hint of suspicion. As she unlocked it to check, she asked, "Mrs. Prescott, what were you just doing on my phone? I thought I saw you making a call. Who were you calling?"
Seraphina didn't show the slightest trace of panic. Her tone flat, she brushed it off casually, "Nothing, it's just that ShopSavvy kept throwing up pop-ups, and I couldn't help but complain out loud."
Still a little uneasy, the maid swiped quickly across the screen, meticulously checking the call logs, messaging apps, and browsing history. She found that every trace had been scrubbed clean, leaving absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.
Furthermore, Seraphina hadn't contacted anyone suspicious or shown any signs of trying to escape.
Only then did she relax, nodding. "Alright, Mrs. Prescott. Honestly, I don't want to monitor you like this, but Mr. Prescott gave me orders, and it puts me in a really tough spot."
"I know. I won't make things difficult for you."
Seraphina's tone was calm. She didn't say anything more, turning to walk over to the sofa and sit down, though a flicker of relief flashed through her eyes—
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