Reborn Fake Heiress Watch the Whole Family Burn novel Chapter 133

"Send me the address!"

Elena felt a spike of worry. That kid Jon was always causing trouble.

"Theresa, I have an emergency. I have to go to Harbor Lane Bistro. See you later!" Elena said, flagging down a taxi.

"Hey, wait up..." Theresa started, but the car was already pulling away.

Moments later, Dylan arrived. He recognized Theresa and asked where Elena had gone. Theresa told him she went to Harbor Lane Bistro.

Dylan immediately followed. Knowing he was on his way, Theresa relaxed.

Elena arrived at the bistro and asked about Jon. A waiter directed her to Private Room 8. She hurried down the hall and burst into the room. Immediately, she sensed something was wrong.

The smell in the air... it was sweet and heavy. *Knockout gas.* Or an aphrodisiac.

She turned to leave, but the door clicked shut. Locked from the outside.

She understood instantly.

Someone had lured her here using Jon as bait. They were targeting her specifically. The room had no windows; escape was impossible.

*Fine,* she thought. *I'll play along and see who's behind this.*

Outside the door, Emily and Spencer emerged from the shadows. Spencer handed a stack of cash to the waiter, who quickly disappeared.

"Spencer, do you think she's out cold yet?" Emily whispered.

A moment later, a group of men entered. Some carried professional cameras, others held lighting rigs. They looked like a legitimate film crew. One man, clearly a male model, stepped forward.

"Spencer, where did you find these people?"

Spencer puffed out his chest. "They're pros, sis. They specialize in... amateur adult films. Even the guy is a pro. Don't worry."

"Good. Once we film this short movie and upload it to the internet, everyone can admire the future Mrs. Sinclair in action. Dylan will be disgusted. There's no way he'll marry her then," Emily said, her voice dripping with malice.

She had been planning this for a long time. The crew set up quickly. The male model, who had a decent physique, approached the bed to undress Elena.

Just as his hand brushed her clothes, Elena's eyes snapped open. She grabbed his wrist.