ra was still trying to figure out what on earth Dn''s leg had to do with her when suddenly, news broke about Dn''s soulmate being brutally killed. If she had something to do with Dn''s beloved soulmate''s death, what did it mean that she was still alive today? Was it just luck?


    ra finished reading the article, racking her brain to remember anything about this incident, but she drew a nk. She tried searching online for old news, but there was hardly any mention of this Shelly character. Just as she was considering reaching out to someone for answers, her phone buzzed with a call from an unknown number.


    She picked up, and it was Nate on the other end, spewing venom. "ra, you bitch! I heard you were behind that mess with Quinn. Just wait until you''re married to me. I won''t let you off easy!


    "Your mom said that after Quinn''s wedding, they''re shipping you straight to me!


    "You''ll see, you stupid bitch. You''ll be moan for for me soon enough."


    ra heard his hateful words and a chill ran through her. She thought keeping Ada upied would make these people leave her be, but it seemed like Nate was still living in a fantasy.


    She hung up immediately. Her brow furrowed when her phone buzzed again. It was a message from Simon.


    Simon: [Do you even know what Shelly looked like? ra, whether it''s your background or your abilities, you''re no match for her. Stop dreaming that Dn would ever like you.]


    ra found it amusing. She had never entertained the idea of Dn falling for her. She felt grateful that he didn''t hate her.


    But why on earth would Simon send such a message?


    Lowering hershes, she thought of aeback and replied: [So concerned about me and Dn, huh? Thinking about crawling back to me?]


    Simon was out having drinks with Colton when he heard his phone vibrate. He saw ra''s message and it took him by surprise. Lately, ra had been giving him the cold shoulder, barely speaking to him, and now she was actually replying. He quickly set down his drink and read her message, which instantly got his blood boiling. "As if! Even if I were dead, I wouldn''t go back to her!"


    Colton, hearing this, raised an eyebrow. "What''s this about going back?"


    Simon''s chest heaved, realizing he was too worked up, and tried to y it cool. "It''s ra. She thinks I want her back. She''s got some nerve. She''s been clinging to me for years, trying to make herself look good." He poured himself another drink as he spoke.


    Colton narrowed his eyes, his hand slowly clenching at his side. Men know men, and Colton he always thought Simon was a spoiled brat. He was a bit clueless because of it. Simon''s reaction was not that of someone who had no feelings for ra.


    Colton had a long-standing crush on Quinn, and even though he was a bit of a pushover, he wanted her to be happy. However, Simon clearly still had feelings for ra, which wouldn''t bode well for Quinn''s happiness.


    Gripping his ss tightly, he pressed his lips together. Then, he made a decision: to wreck things for ra and cut Simon''s tiespletely. Without missing a beat, he jumped into action.


    He got Simon drunk and used his phone to send ra a message: [I have evidence about you and Shelly. Meet me here, and let''s clear things up.]


    The address he sent was a shady bar, where a pretty woman could easily find herself in trouble. ra pondered for a moment and decided to go. In her eyes, Simon was just an air-headed rich kid and posed no real threat.


    She hopped into her car, but as soon as she parked outside the bar, she noticed Dn''s car. What was he doing at a ce like this?


    She stayed put, not daring to step out, and watched as his gaze seemed to lock onto hers. Despite being in a wheelchair, his position on the steps exuded an air of authority.


    ra had just finished reading about Shelly, and now her hands tightened around the steering wheel, anxiety creeping in. She didn''t know if Dn had spotted her, and she hesitated to get out, fearing an encounter.


    She nned to wait until Dn went inside before making her move, but he seemed to be deep in conversation with someone. His demeanor was calm, and she didn''t recognize hispanions.


    After ten minutes, when the coast seemed clear, she finally stepped out of the car. But after just a few steps, she realized Dn and his group were actually standing behind a column, not having left. There was no avoiding it now; their eyes met.


    Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly averted her gaze, but someone standing near Dn called out, "Isn''t this ra?"