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    “Yeah. Did you call the police?” Rachel asked.


    Jeffrey gave a small nod.


    Rachel studied him for a moment, relieved to see his usualposed expression.


    Good. That meant he hadn’t overheard her breakup with Brian.


    If he had, he would have bombarded her with endless questions.


    “By the way, I couldn’t hear everything from my room earlier. What was that woman so worked up about? It looked like she was begging you for something,” Jeffrey asked.


    Rachel stiffened, her back going rigid.


    After a pause, she carefully asked, “You heard all that?”


    “Not really, just bits and pieces. She was clinging to you, blocking your way, even dropping to her knees. I was worried she might try something drastic,” Jeffrey said.


    Rachel walked over and gave his head a light pat.


    “It’s just some business matters—nothing you need to worry about. She can’t do anything to me.”


    “Alright, that’s good to hear,” Jeffrey said with a nod.


    That evening, Rachel made a pot of soup.


    After setting aside Jeffrey’s portion, she carefully packed some to bring with her.


    “Where are you going?” Jeffrey asked.


    “I have something to take care of. I might be backte, so don’t wait up. Just go to sleep if you’re tired,” Rachel instructed.


    “Okay,” Jeffrey agreed without question.


    When Rachel arrived at the Carpenter family’s estate, she immediately noticed the heavy security presence.


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    “What do you want? Get out of here!” one of the guards barked.


    Rachel pulled out her phone and called Natalia, but the call went unanswered.


    Before she could try again, an elegantly dressed older woman stepped outside.


    Wearing a warm, weing smile, she greeted Rachel with unexpected politeness.


    “Are you Ms. Marsh?”


    “Yes, I am,” Rachel confirmed.


    “Then please,e with me. Miss Carpenter instructed that if you arrived, you should be brought in immediately,” the woman said.


    “Thank you,” Rachel replied.


    She followed the woman inside, stepping into the elevator.


    When they reached the third floor, the woman gestured toward a door. “Ms. Marsh, this is Miss Carpenter’s room. She’s not here at the moment, but she asked that you wait for her inside.”


    Rachel nodded. “Thank you.”


    She waited for nearly an hour.


    During that time, the woman returned once with a tray of drinks and snacks, but Natalia never appeared.


    For some reason, Rachel’s eyelids twitched, an uneasy feeling creeping up her spine.


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