<h4>Chapter 383: The Frame-Up</h4>


    This woman was none other than Rylee, the servant who reced Hannah.


    She had originally been an international student, but juggling both work and studies left her with no time to focus on her academics. Eventually, she was expelled from school.


    At prestigious universities in Country W, students who fail to keep up with their grades can face expulsion.


    Ashamed, Rylee decided to stay in Country W to find a job. However, no matter how hard she looked, the opportunities she found were far from satisfactory.


    Timid by nature, Ryleecked confidence and had only studied abroad because her parents pressured her to.


    One day, fate led Rylee to meet Hannah. At the time, Rylee was reduced to tears after being scolded by her manager, and Hannah stepped in to defend her.


    Hannah invited Rylee to her home, offering her a position as a servant with an enticing sry. Unable to resist the offer, Rylee agreed and followed her home.


    During the first two months, Rylee indeed enjoyed many benefits.


    While working for Hannah, she wore fine clothes, ate well, and had little actual work to do despite being hired as a servant.


    Hannah treated her like a younger sister, and the sry Rylee earned in those two months was more than what she would have made in a year of working odd jobs.


    Rylee grew increasingly attached to Hannah. Six monthster, one morning after eating a cake Hannah gave her, Rylee felt a burning sensation in her throat. From then on, her voice became hoarse.


    Later, Rylee found herselfpelled to obey Hannah’smands. She underwent stic surgery to take on Hannah’s identity, while Hannah transformed her appearance to be Tiffany.


    Once their identities were switched, Rylee had to imitate Hannah meticulously. However, she gradually found herself falling for Logan.


    As a result, the once submissive Rylee began to develop thoughts of rebellion against Hannah.


    At this moment, she stood in a flowing crimson gown, her figure elegant. She smiled gently and said, "Sister, I didn’t expect to run into you again. I have something to discuss with you today. Why don’t we step into a private room?"


    Rylee, now posing as Hannah, spoke softly.


    Mia immediately regarded her with suspicion, while E gave a faint smile and said, "Sure, it’s been a while since we sisters had a proper chat."


    Mia shook her head firmly. "No, I don’t trust this woman. You can’t go with her!"


    E’s eyes glinted coldly. "Mia, I’ll be fine. Trust me."


    Mia hesitated before lowering her head. "Just be careful."


    E nodded, gracefully rising to follow Rylee.


    This time, Rylee brought only one bodyguard, without any otherpanions. Her expression was tense as the two secured a private room. Meanwhile, Mia waited uneasily outside.


    E, still smiling faintly, made a quick phone call to Eric before finally turning her attention to Rylee.


    "Sister, it’s been years since west met. It seems Mrs. Miller has been quite fond of you," E remarked.


    Rylee’s eyes lowered slightly. "She does care for me, but now I feel like... nothing more than a caged bird."


    She gently swirled her wine ss. "Over the past two years, I’ve learned the etiquette of high society and gained so much. I’ve met people I could never have dreamed of meeting, and even found the love of my life. But I can’t bear to live my entire life like this."


    E nodded subtly. "I understand. Losing yourself alwayses with some benefits, but it also brings deeper pain."


    Rylee offered a bitter smile. "Logan... he treats me well, but it’s just that..."


    E fell silent. After a few quiet moments, Rylee wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.


    "I will bravely pursue my own happiness!" she dered suddenly, her words seemingly out of context. Then, unnoticed by E, she discreetly slipped a small bag from her purse and hid it behind a vase.


    From E’s angle, the object remained out of sight.


    "Thank you, I had a wonderful time today, but I have something urgent to take care of. Sorry to disturb you." Rylee said as she grabbed her bag and left in a hurry.


    E watched her retreating figure and chuckled softly.


    This woman was indeed clever; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to cooperate with her like this.


    As soon as Rylee left, Mia stormed into the room. "Are you okay?"


    E shook her head. "Do you really think Hannah could harm me?"


    Mia frowned. "I’m just worried, especially after what happenedst time. We were so careless then; we didn’t even notice that the maid had been reced. Their makeup skills were truly extraordinary."


    "It wasn’t makeup; it was a mask. I heard that in Europe, there are incredibly realistic human-skin masks that can fool anyone." E smiled and took a graceful sip of her wine.


    "This world is full of surprises," Mia said with augh. "By the way, I already ate while I was waiting outside."


    E nodded as she slowly continued her meal.


    As E leisurely enjoyed her lunch, a group of police officers burst into the room, flinging the door open. Mia was stunned as the officers stormed in.


    E looked up in surprise as the tall, imposing officers entered. One of them rushed to the table and immediately retrieved the small bag hidden behind the vase.


    Speaking in perfect Country Wnguage, they shouted for E to stand up.


    Over the past two years, E had made an effort to learn Country W’snguage, so she could understand their words clearly.


    "Hands up! Search the area!"


    "The police received a tip that you’re dealing drugs here, Miss. Please cooperate with the investigation!" one officer demanded loudly.


    E slowly stood up, set down her utensils, and raised her hands reluctantly. "I’m not dealing drugs!" she replied in Country Wnguage.


    The blonde officer in charge gave her a cold nce and conducted a cursory search.


    Momentster, the officer who had taken the small bag returned. "Report: the powder in the bag has been identified as heroin, weighing 150 grams!"


    E’s eyes turned icy as she stared at the officer. "That’s not mine! I’ve been framed!" she said coldly.


    The blond officer in charge sneered and waved his hand. "Take her to the station!"


    Mia, panicking, hurriedly pulled out her phone to contact Eric, but the officers confiscated it,beling her as an aplice. In broken Country Wnguage, she shouted, "You can’t do this! I want ourwyer!"


    "Save it for the station!"


    "Move it! Take them both back!"


    The officers marched out in a show of force, taking E and Mia with them.


    Half an hourter, inside an interrogation room at the police station.


    "What did you say? Are you using Miss Davis of the Miller family?"


    The officer mmed his pen onto the table and red at E, his lips curling into a derisive smirk.