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The inherent aura of a young lady from a well-to-do family. Such nobility was unattainable by others. She envied them, those born as winners. Even though she had a pretty face, she could only work as a hostess in a nightclub.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Miranda's lips curved slightly as she asked, neither cold nor indifferent, "What are you here for?"

"Save me, the police are after me," Linda said, still filled with fear. Terrified at the sound of police sirens, she knew only Miranda could save her.

"Ruby, step out first. I need to talk to her alone," Miranda instructed her assistant.

"Okay," the assistant replied and left the room. Now, it was just the two of them and a pile of dress samples. There was also a balcony nearby.

Linda sat on a chair by the balcony, with a coffee table beside her, holding a cup of warm tea to warm her hands, speaking anxiously, "I have nowhere to turn now. The police will definitely catch me. I don't wan to go to jail. I don't want..."

sipping her tea lightly.

trembled, unable to shake off the guilt in

Her uncle refused to lay a hand on her. I wanted him to kill her, so her death wouldn't be on my hands, but he wouldn't listen to me. That's a kidnapping charge, punishable by imprisonment. I can't go to jail. I'm afraid he'll confess and expose me. He's seen my face. I've harmed Nina so many times. What if they expose me? I can't let him do that. So, I tampered with the

were somewhat agitated, her speech wavering, completely immersed

she didn't disappoint; Linda did manage to stir

you? What nonsense are you talking? How could I possibly shelter you?" Miranda said innocently. "I didn't expect you to be

with an escape route. But it seemed she was mistaken. Miranda was now distancing herself from

told me, and that's why I went to harm her. It's because of you that I hurt someone. I thought we had a common enemy, but you refuse to acknowledge it.