Rachel secretly entered a dark room that belonged to Bernard. Most of the time, he didn't allow her to enter that room.
In fact, she had wanted to go in to look in the room for a long time, but because Bernard didn't permit it, she had never entered that room.
Bernard was not at home today, so Rachel's curiosity urged her to go and explore the forbidden dark room.
She had found a master key that could unlock every room in the villa. With it, Rachel managed to open the door easily.
After going in, Rachel found that the room contained all the information Bernard had collected about Ferry.
Rachel finally knew what kind of person Ferry was after reading all the documents in there.
No wonder Tom didn't dare to openly challenge Ferry. Rachel felt a chill run through her body. She felt awful as if she was frozen solid.
After a long while, Rachel finally went downstairs.
Ferry's appearance in the pictures was sealed into her brain. As long as she closed her eyes, she could see his face.
Rachel almost thought that she was going crazy under the intense torture of her thoughts. Why did she decide to read the files?
She knew that if she hadn't found the information, she wouldn't be so scared.
In the afternoon, after thinking it over for three hours, Rachel decided to take action on her own.
According to Bernard's notes, Ferry frequented a certain bar at ten o'clock every night. Rachel bit her lip and thought for a long while before mumbling to herself, "I am just going to try my luck. If I can find Ferry, I will try to poison him!"
This thought comforted her a little. It was easier to take action than to sit and wait.
Rachel was numb when she walked out of the villa. She drove all the way to the bar where Ferry frequently drank before she came to her senses.
She felt restless and scared but clutched her chest, trying her best to calm down. 'Rachel, what are you going to do? Can you really kill Ferry?'
Of course, nobody answered the questions that Rachel asked herself.
She knew that once she got there, she would have to do something. She would always be on tenterhooks if she just went home and did nothing.
While thinking, Rachel got out of the car and walked into the bar.
The noisy music in the bar seemed to be capable of curing even the most deplorable mood of everybody that went there. They shook and danced as much as they liked. They forgot about their fears and embraced their desires.
Rachel ordered a cocktail and then looked around the bar several times, but she didn't see Ferry in there.
When she was about to give up, the familiar yet strange face suddenly appeared in the bar.
Was it Ferry Fang?
She tried to recall the person in the pictures in her mind, and the faces of the two people were mixed in an instant.
It was really him!
Rachel's breathing quickened. In order to make herself look less guilty and obvious, she took a deep breath and drained the cocktail in one gulp.
"One more, please," Rachel put down the glass and asked the bartender for another.
"Okay, just wait a moment, please." The bartender glanced at Rachel and then quickly prepared another cocktail.
In no time, Rachel was served the cocktail the bartender had prepared. This time, she drank half of it and poured the other half on her body.
"Miss, are you okay?" The bartender was surprised. She had just drunk two glasses, so it didn't make sense for her to be drunk and spilling things yet.
"Yes, don't worry--I'm fine." Rachel told the bartender that everything was fine because she hoped that he would remain calm.
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