Riley looked at me worriedly.
âBut I think this girlâs different.
I have a feeling Adam thinks he can benefit from her.
Thatâs why he took her home.
â
Rileyâs words enlightened me.
It was possible.
Adam always valued his reputation above all else.
And he had cheated on his wife many times before, but he had never been so bold as to take a mistress home.
This sudden abnormality could only prove that this new lover had a powerful background.
Riley grabbed my hand and whimpered, begging me for help.
âYou have to help me find that girl, Debra.
â
I didnât respond.
I didnât think this was a good idea.
âIf Adam finds out about this, he wonât let you go.
â
âBut Iâm really scared, Debra.
If I donât do anything this time, Iâm afraid that this new girl will destroy my family.
â
Riley looked listless.
She had always been elegant, even in times of trouble.
But now, she lost any semblance of calm.
She was so desperate that she couldnât stop crying.
I couldnât bear to see her like this, so in the end, I agreed.
âFine,
Iâll help you.
But Adam canât know, or else heâll have his guard up.
â
For the first time, Riley Looked at me with a faint glimmer of hope and nodded.
âOkay, Iâll do whatever you ask.
â
After making up my mind, I slowly looked at Riley from head to toe.
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Her sense of style was very unique to her.
Anyone in the town couldâve easily recognized her at a glance.
If Riley went out like this, I was afraid that Adam would catch wind of what we were up to before we found anything.
âIf we want to hide this from Adam, weâll have to disguise ourselves!â
Debraâs POV:
Riley and I stepped out of the salon, our appearances completely different from before.
Riley adorned herself with a black wig and a crimson knitted hat.
She donned a fluffy white blouse and a floral skirt, while her lashes curled luxuriously, accentuated by delightful makeup.
The transformation was astonishing, for Riley appeared enchantingly captivating, defying any notion of being a mother to a five-year-old.
As for me, I exuded allure, my lips a vibrant shade of crimson, radiating a rosy glow.
I tied up my beautiful, curly hair, unveiling my slender neck.
The form-fitting purple dress elegantly embraced my figure, highlighting its grace.
Despite a slight unease lingering within me, the disguise was flawlessly executed.
Through the art of makeup and attire, Riley and I emerged as entirely distinct individuals from our former selves.
At that moment, I doubted Calebâs ability to recognize me, even if I were to stand mere inches away from him.