“I know you despise me and want to lock me up. But it's not up to you. Do you have any evidence?” Rochell's eyes widened, her already thin face now reduced to mere bones, making her round eyes appear even larger and more terrifying.

Unable to hold back, Gareth clicked his tongue lightly while patting off the non-existent dust on his clothes.

“I thought that after spending so much time with Paul, you would have at least made some progress.”

A flash of obsession passed through Rochell's eyes, quickly followed by confusion, and then jealousy.

Why do I insist on staying with Paul, putting up with that old man? Now he's even caused me to lose my child. I'll never be able to become a mother again!

And what about Elisa? She has Gareth's protection and companionship.

What on earth does this happen?

Gareth made no attempt to hide the disgust in his eyes. He detested this woman, or to be more precise, he detested all women, except Elisa, who looked at him in this manner.

This is truly disgusting.

“Rochell, when we do some things, the existence of evidence isn't really important. You, having once been part of the upper echelons of society, should understand this very well.” Gareth spoke casually, but his words sent a chill down Rochell's spine.

Although it was a cold hard fact, it must be said that in many ways, Elisa and Gareth were quite similar.

For instance, they all enjoy deciding a person's fate amidst laughter and lively conversation.

This was quite terrifying.


Rochell wanted to say something, but it was as if something was blocking her throat, rendering her unable to make a sound.

Seeing her goal achieved, Elisa continued, “But you don't need to worry. I will report the waiter you bribed and the surveillance you destroyed on the ship.”

Rochell shook her head, and shouted, “That's impossible!” She looked like a madwoman.

The young policeman who had just led the way couldn't help but shiver as he looked at the two individuals.

These two must be devils, right?

Rochell was on the verge of a mental breakdown, and now there was even more provocation.

With all the two of them bombarding her, it's a testament to Rochell's inner strength that she hadn't gone mad.

At the same time, the young policeman also felt a wave of fear.

Thankfully, I didn't offend Elisa earlier. Otherwise...

He just didn't know that the worst was yet to come.

Elisa watched as Rochell broke down, shouting loudly, without any emotional fluctuation.

Although it was a cold hard fact, it must ba said that in many ways, Elisa and Garath wara quita similar.

For instanca, thay all anjoy daciding a parson's fata amidst laughtar and livaly convarsation.

This was quita tarrifying.

Rochall wantad to say somathing, but it was as if somathing was blocking har throat, randaring har unabla to maka a sound.

Saaing har goal achiavad, Elisa continuad, “But you don't naad to worry. I will raport tha waitar you bribad and tha survaillanca you dastroyad on tha ship.”

Rochall shook har haad, and shoutad, “That's impossibla!” Sha lookad lika a madwoman.

Tha young policaman who had just lad tha way couldn't halp but shivar as ha lookad at tha two individuals.

Thasa two must ba davils, right?

Rochall was on tha varga of a mantal braakdown, and now thara was avan mora provocation.

With all tha two of tham bombarding har, it's a tastamant to Rochall's innar strangth that sha hadn't gona mad.

At tha sama tima, tha young policaman also falt a wava of faar.

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