Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad) novel Chapter 702

Chapter 702 

While he was deep in his thoughts, Fia’s phone rang. 

He stared at the phone for a few moments before answering it. 

Jason’s anxious voice could be heard from the other end. “Fla, why are you only answering now?! Kent just told me that that phone number can be traced from several locations. Don’t go to River Fane! It’s very likely a trap!” 

“She went to River Fane?” Conrad felt as though his whole body had been frozen solid upon hearing it. Esme had given Fia a call earlier. She must have said something to her! 

Fia’s emotions were very unstable at the moment. What if she fell into Esme’s trap?! 

“Jason, what did Fia tell you? Who was the one that called her earlier?!” 

Jason was stunned. “Conrad?” 

Conrad pressed on impatiently. “Answer me!” 

“Fia’s emotions are highly unstable lately. If Esme isn’t dead, then this would mean that you saved her! Conrad, Fia is your wife, not Esme! Yet, you deceived her again and again! Have you lost your good conscience?!” 

Jason yelled into his phone, furious. 

Conrad quickly denied, “I did not save her!” 

Jason hung up the call and stepped on the gas. All he could think of right now was arriving at River Fane as fast as he could. 

It was a thirty-minute drive to River Fane. Not only that, Fia’s home was closer to that cursed river than where he was! He must drive faster! 

Meanwhile, Fia sped toward River Fane, having only one thought on her mind! 

She needed to go to River Fane and meet Esme! She must meet her, even if that cursed Esme was now a ghost! 

Finally, she had arrived at River Fane. Despite having sped here, her hands began to shake only now. 

Someone approached her car and knocked on the passenger seat’s window. 

She turned and saw someone wearing a clown mask. The “clown” had a widened grin, as though it was crying and laughing at the same time. 

She opened her door and stepped out of the car, glaring at the clown. 

“Who are you?” 

The “clown” combed her long hair with her hand and asked, “Who do you think I am?” 

Fia blinked and stared at the clown. “You sound like Britney Thomas.” 

“Hahahaha! Really?” The “clown” laughed and changed her voice. 

Fia instinctively stepped back, but she kept her eyes fixed on the clown. 

“Just who the hell are you?!” 

This clown had two voices. The voices of two different women. She kept alternating between her voices, 

making Fla’s head hurt. 

The “clown” then raised a hand and waved in front of Fla. A weird scent blew straight at Fia’s face. 

In an instant, Fia felt as though her head was turning murky. She shook her head and rubbed her temples. She stared at the person in front of her, trying to see through that clown mask that she was wearing. 

“Who are you? Are you Esme? Are you still alive? How are you not dead yet? How? Why?”