?<strong>Chapter 661:</strong>


    Carrie examined the ruinous stains and instructed, “There’s no need to cry. Just show me where it is.”


    She turned to Daxton. “Could you let my cousins know I’m going with her to change?”


    “I’ll apany you,” Daxton replied, visibly ufortable with the situation. Carrie offered a half-smile. “You can’t very well follow me into the changing room. I’ll be back in no time.”


    Directing the maid, she said, “Lead the way.”


    “Right this way, Ms. Campbell,” the maid responded, her eyes downturned as she masked her lingering distress.


    Carrie brushed at the spreading stains on her suit as she followed the maid to the third floor.


    The maid cast a concerned nce her way. “Ms. Campbell, there’s quite a bit of juice in your hair. Would you like to rinse it off?”


    The sticky liquid had seeped down Carrie’s cor, making her skin crawl. She had always been meticulous about cleanliness.


    She paused, weighing her options, before giving a reluctant nod. “Alright.”


    Following the maid’s lead, Carrie entered a meticulously arranged room where the ck-and-gray minimalist design whispered of masculine sophistication. Noticing Carrie’s wandering gaze, the maid motioned toward a doorway. “Ms. Campbell, the bathroom is this way.”


    Carrie pulled her attention back and moved in the indicated direction. Leaving the door slightly ajar, the maid spoke softly. “Ms. Campbell, you can hand me your suit for cleaning.”


    Without hesitation, Carrie slipped out of her clothes and passed them through the narrow gap.


    The maid collected the garments, eased the bathroom door shut, and silently turned the key in its lock.


    Emerging from her quick shower, Carrie discovered an unsettling detail — every toiletry item on the sink was clearly meant for men, as was the lone bathrobe hanging nearby.


    Apprehension crept along her spine.


    She hurriedly wrapped herself in the oversized robe and rushed to the door, only to find it wouldn’t budge.


    Her mind raced as she forced herself to assess the situation methodically.


    In the past, Marina would have been her first suspect for such mischief.


    Yet earlier today, Reece had revealed Carrie’s true identity to Marina. Surely, Marina wouldn’t dare antagonize her future cousin-inw unless she hadpletely lost her senses.


    This thought brought temporary relief — perhaps the maid had simply made a mistake.


    She pounded against the solid wood, raising her voice. “Hey, is anyone there? The door’s locked — I can’t get out!”


    The silence that answered sent ice through her veins.


    .


    .


    .