The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1595

The stylist wasn't just rubbing in circles. She was repeatedly tracing three distinct letters into Claire's skin—S-O-S!

Claire understood immediately. She casually caught the girl's hand. "Your hands are so soft. You're so slender, but your grip is surprisingly strong."

As she spoke, Claire subtly traced a checkmark into the girl's palm, letting her know the message was received.

But she didn't know this girl at all. Why was she begging for help?

It was freezing outside, so the stylist was wearing long sleeves and pants.

Claire couldn't see if there were any defensive wounds on her arms or legs.

The skin that was exposed looked completely unblemished.

However, when Claire grabbed her hand, the girl leaned down, exposing the back of her neck. There were faint, reddish bruises fading into her hairline.

Had she been assaulted?

"Are you a local?"

As soon as Claire asked the question, she felt the male stylist's eyes snap toward them.

The girl shook her head. "No."

"Then how did you end up working all the way out here?" Claire asked, blending casual curiosity with a quiet interrogation.

"My boyfriend tricked me into coming here."

The girl's answer was a total bombshell.

The male stylist practically broke his neck looking over at her.

A second later, the girl giggled. "I mean, if there weren't so many handsome guys in this town, I never would've stayed!"

"Who's your boyfriend? Does he work here too? Is he hot?"

The girl made it sound like a joke, but Claire knew she was dropping actual intel.

She had been lured here under the guise of a romantic relationship.

Some girls were so deeply blinded by love they couldn't see a trap if they were standing in it.

It wasn't exactly a rare story.

A decade ago, the internet was littered with stories of girls traveling to meet online boyfriends, only to vanish without a trace.

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