Chapter 115

Chapter 115 “Brother, is it true? Julian is divorced?” Rita grabbed his arm, her eyes shining.

“Even if he’s divorced, he won’t marry you. Give it up.”

“No!! He’s mine!! He has to be mine!!”

“Rita, stop being crazy! If he word by to marry you, he would have last time. And after what you did to Olivia...” Caffrey took a deep breath, “Do you think he’ll even look at you?”

Menu “He’ll marry me! I have a plan! I do! Believe me!” Rita was confident, acting as if Julian had already agreed. Caffrey and the others were speechless. They looked at Rita worriedly... Had she really gone insane?

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All afternoon, I was annoyed by the possibility of Rita escaping punishment, especially after learning the man in black had taken full responsibility. The police investigated; he was a friend of Rita’s, seemingly infatuated with her; their chat logs lacked evidence of direct instruction or money transfers. Only Rita’s complaints and indirect suggestions. Although I, the victim, knew she was the mastermind, only the two of us were present; without a recording, there was no proof.

I skipped dinner, lacking appetite. Thinking Evan might be home, I decided to visit. I almost called him, then decided to call Gary first.

Gary answered, telling me Evan had been discharged that afternoon and was at the penthouse. “I’ll come up now,” I said, realizing it was almost 7 PM, adding, “Is it convenient?”

“Yes, yes, come up.” Gary readily agreed. He’d given me permanent access to the penthouse.

Twenty minutes later, I arrived at the penthouse, carrying a large bag of fruit. I’d bought it specifically for a visit. Gary had been waiting; seeing the fruit, he said, “Why’d you bring fruit? We’re not strangers.”

I smiled.“Where’s the CEO?”

Gary pointed to the hallway.“In the bedroom. Go ahead; I’ll put the fruit in the fridge.”

“Okay.” I gave him the fruit and headed to the bedroom. Knocking, entering, seeing the man in a dark blue robe leaning against the headboard, surrounded by his scent... it hit me that my entering alone was... inappropriate. I left the door open.

“Close the door,” a cold voice said.

I quickly closed the door.