?<strong>Chapter 932:</strong>


    The precision and coordination of the attackers made it obvious they had nned every move in advance.


    Kallie’s expression darkened, her eyes clouded with a storm of realization.


    The events were too aligned, too perfectly timed.


    If only Elma hadn’t vanished so suddenly, she wouldn’t have been plunged into such frantic haste.


    Without this unanticipated rush, perhaps this dire encounter could have been evaded.


    But the nagging question remained, gnawing at Kallie.


    How had Neal’s associates anticipated her precise movements back to Burmoos? This suggested that the one orchestrating Neal’s actions was the same person who had abducted Elma.


    Kallie felt a wave of anxiety crash over her at the thought.


    At the Reeves family estate, Lacey stepped out of the car and gestured to the bodyguard.


    With sharp instincts, the bodyguard understood at once and guided Elma out of the car without hesitation.


    Elma, with her mouth sealed with tape and her limbs secured, writhed violently, her eyes burning with defiance as she red at Lacey like a wild, cornered animal.


    Lacey loosened the bindings that restrained Elma.


    Seizing her moment, Elma snapped at Lacey’s hand with a fierce bite.


    Taken aback, Lacey nearly retaliated with a p but caught herself just in time, mindful of the prying eyes at the Reeves family estate.


    Lacey, through clenched teeth and palpable frustration, eximed, “I brought you here as a favor, and this is how you repay me?”


    Elma shot back fiercely.


    “You dragged me here against my will.


    That’s kidnapping! I want to go home.


    Be smart and back off.


    You’ll regret tangling with me.”


    “My mom is Kallie, after all.”


    The mention of Kallie irked Lacey, who, nursing her bitten hand, advanced toward Elma with a chilling smile.


    “Do you even realize where you are? You’re at the Reeves family estate, your father’s ce.


    Elma, seriously? You don’t recognize me?”


    Elma scrutinized Lacey, sensing a vague familiarity.


    After a brief moment, recognition dawned on her.


    “You’re the one who stormed into my sister’s birthday celebration, iming to be a sister figure to my mom?” Elma said with a dismissiveugh, her eyes narrowing.


    “Well, don’t expect me to start calling you aunt anytime soon.”


    Lacey, unbothered, crossed her arms and fixed Elma with a steady gaze.


    “If I hadn’t been there that day, you’d have been six feet under.


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