Chapter 165: Chapter 165

Chapter 165 Rachel With Shelia’s Soul “Stop saying that. She’s already dead. We saw her lifeless body with our own eyes. How can she still be alive?” Wallace frowned and said calmly, although some doubt lingered in his heart.

Tara pursed her lips and stared at the bell in silence, almost like the object entranced her. Noticing that the woman didn’t look quite well, Wallace quickly threw the bell into the trash can and held her tightly in his arms. “It’s okay now. Didn’t you use each other’s bags and clothes before? Maybe she left it in your bag by accident.” It fell into her bag accidentally? What were the odds of that happening? Tara couldn’t help but look at the trash can, seemingly lost in thought.

She hadn’t uttered a single word. Wallace gently stroked her back and said, “I think you need to take some melatonin too. You haven’t had a good rest these days. All this pressure must be getting to you.”

“Wallace, do you think that someone found out the actual cause of Shelia’s death and used this bell to scare us?

Do you think someone wants to avenge her?” Tara asked in a low and shaky voice. It was clear that she was distraught. Her heart thumped wildly inside her chest as beads of sweat trickled down her face. The response she was waiting for never came. Instead, deafening silence filled the air. Wallace didn’t know what to say. His eyes darkened, and his thin lips curled into a frown. There was a chance that Tara’s assumption wasn’t far from the truth.

The bell here was too suspicious. Deep inside, he didn’t believe his own explanation. Tara and Shelia used to be best friends. Indeed, they would use bags and clothes occasionally, but oftentimes, Tara borrowed things from Shelia. Moreover, during Shelia’s three years of imprisonment, Tara had bought many new bags. So this bag had nothing to do with Shelia. “But not many people know about this. Who else do you think will avenge her?”

Hearing Wallace’s haunting question, Tara couldn’t think of an immediate answer. When Shelia was still alive, there were only a few individuals she trusted. That short list included Tara, Wallace, and… A familiar name suddenly popped into Tara’s mind. Her wide eyes quickly turned to Wallace. Judging from the grim look on his face, it seemed Wallace knew exactly who Tara was thinking about.

They held each other’s gaze and felt that they were finally one step closer to solving this mystery “Quintin.” The two of them spoke in unison. The more Tara thought about it, her suspicions about Quintin grew stronger by the minute.

“That man was a close subordinate of Shelia, and she trusted him completely. If my memory serves me correctly, Quintin appealed for her release three years ago while she was in prison, didn’t he? Quintin always believed that Shelia had been framed for the crime. Even after Shelia died, he stood by his belief and defended her honor, causing a huge rift in the alliance.” “But how did he learn that we had something to do with her death?”

Wallace asked in confusion. “Maybe he doesn’t really know? It could be that he was just fishing for clues.

Or maybe he was trying to provoke a reaction from us?” Tara suggested in quick succession, curling her eyebrows in concentration. Wallace’s eyes darkened once more, and he nodded in agreement. A few seconds of silence ticked by as the two sifted through their thoughts. Then, Tara called out, “Wallace.”

“What is it?”

“We can’t let Quintin find out the truth.” A deadly glare flashed across Tara’s eyes. After some hesitation, Wallace nodded and said, “Agreed. He can’t continue to stay in the alliance, or he will ruin our plan.”

Wrapping her slender arms around Wallace’s waist and leaning her head against his broad chest, Tara listened to his heartbeat and felt relieved by his soothing presence.

After a short while, the pair went back to their bedroom to get some rest. Unbeknownst to the two, the metal bead inside the bell was actually a cleverly disguised wiretap. In Sue Garden Rachel promptly switched off the radio transmitter that was linked to the wiretap. Before she could comment on what she heard, Quintin’s husky voice echoed from the other end of the line.

“Boss, what happened after you were released from prison? What did those traitors do to you?” Rachel knew that it was only a matter of time before she and Quintin would meet. She couldn’t hide her death and resurrection from him forever, but there was no easy way to explain them to him. After a few moments, Rachel managed to organize her words and said, “Quintin, I’m indeed dead. To be more precise, Shelia is dead.” Quintin was dumbfounded.

“What do you mean that Shelia is dead? What are you talking about?” “It does sound a little bizarre, but I don’t expect you to understand just yet. Think of it as you will. As for whether you believe it or not, it’s up to you.” After explaining to Quintin the best way she could, Rachel breathed in slowly and continued, “Once I was released from prison, Wallace and Tara came to pick me up. On the way back to the alliance, I took a sip of the water they gave me.

Not long after I drank it, I began to have a stomachache. It soon dawned on me that I had been poisoned. Within a few seconds, I started to choke and cough out blood. Then, the inevitable happened.

I died.” Listening intently, Quintin frowned and tightened his grip on the mouse. Rachel continued, “The next thing I knew, I woke up in another person’s body.” Clack! Quintin dropped his mouse upon hearing her words.

After a long silence, he finally asked, “Whose body?” “Rachel Bennet,” she answered. All of a sudden, Quintin felt his entire world flip upside down. In his mind, this phenomenon only existed in novels and movies. But now, he was told that it was for real. A deafening silence filled the air. Quintin was visibly shaken, seemingly at a loss how to handle this bit of information. “Quintin, if you have any doubts, you can be honest and tell me. I can prove to you that I am really Shelia.” “Boss, my mind is a mess right now.” Quintin tried hard to make sense of the situation.

“You mean that your body belongs to someone named Rachel?” “Correct.” Rachel nodded. “With the soul of Shelia inside this vessel.” Quintin picked up the glass to take a sip of water with his trembling hand to calm himself down, but half of the liquid had already spilled on the floor before reaching his lips.

“Wait, so what happened to the original Rachel then?” “I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to that.” She was also curious about this matter. The moment she regained consciousness in her new body was the only time she felt the existence of the original owner.

But not long after, she never felt her presence again. “Um, so do you want to be called Rachel now, or should we stick to Shelia?” Although her claim was too unbelievable, Quintin knew deep inside she was telling the truth. He had been talking to this woman on a regular basis recently, and she sounded and talked like his boss. But still, his mind was in shambles. The whole concept was difficult to grasp.

“Shouldn’t you be calling me boss?” Rachel raised her eyebrows in surprise. She had expected more resistance and doubt from Quintin. Now it was clear that she didn’t need to worry about convincing Quintin. This man was her loyal subordinate, after all. “Right! Boss, where are you located now? After we plot our revenge on those turn-coats, let’s meet up to execute the plan. I’ll go wherever you are!” Rachel suddenly remembered the conversation between Tara and Wallace.

She warned, “You need to be careful from now on. We can’t underestimate those two.” “Nah, I’ll be fine.

Do these people actually think they can hurt me? They sure wish! When I get my hands on them, there will be hell to pay!” Quintin said through gritted teeth. Rachel smiled but didn’t say anything more. She hung up the phone and lay down on her bed, lost in thought.

Early morning the next day A taxi slowly pulled to a stop in front of the hotel. The driver casually looked out of the window, waiting for his passenger. After a few seconds, Jason walked out of the hotel lobby in his pressed suit and his briefcase in tow. He opened the door and slid inside the vehicle. “Good morning, sir. Where shall I take you?” the friendly driver asked with a smile. “The airport.” The taxi slowly drove away into the highway.

Casually observing the outdoor scenery from the passenger window, Jason took out his mobile phone and sent a text message. However, the prompt on the screen indicated that there was no signal. The message had failed to send He frowned in confusion, and then the taxi suddenly screeched to a halt.

“Hey, what is going on?”

As soon as Jason finished speaking, he saw several police cars surround the taxi. He was trapped. The driver unfastened his seat belt and turned around to face Jason, flashing his police ID. “Welcome to Apliaria, Jason. We’ve been tracking your movement for some time now. I’m bringing you in for questioning.”

Miles away from Jason and the police, Tara and Wallace were in no mood to stroll about Apliaria as their thoughts were consumed by Quintin. Instead, they purchased tickets to head to the alliance and were on the way to the airport. They had no idea that Jason had just been captured.