Chapter 687

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“Alright, I won’t wander. Don’t worry.”
The recent events had left Linsey unsettled, and she felt no desire to leave again.
She stood up, glanced back at Danny, and said, “If he wakes up, please inform me right away.”
Danny nodded with a smile, saying, “Certainly, Ms. Brooks.”
The moment Linsey walked out, Gorman’s face turned cold. “Speak.”
Danny looked down and said earnestly, “Mr. Green, after Carol attacked you, she fled. I’ve sent a team to search for her. We expect to find her soon.”
He paused, his lips tightening slightly before adding, “Also, Linsey contacted the police earlier.”
Hearing this, Gorman’s lips curved into a gentle smile. “Linsey is really worried about me and wants to ensure Carol faces consequences for her actions.”
Previously, Linsey hadn’t felt an urgent need to confront Carol. However, after Gorman was unexpectedly injured by Carol today, Linsey immediately contacted the police.
This made Gorman sense a growing concern from Linsey toward him.
Gorman’s face briefly softened before turning stern as he said in a low tone, “Since Linsey has called the police, ensure that they find Carol’s body abandoned in the wilderness.”
Danny caught the gravity of the command and felt a surge of ruthless anticipation. “Yes, Mr. Green! I’ll take care of it right away!”
He was pleased with the certainty that Carol wouldn’t cause any more trouble.
Unaware of her looming fate, Carol had been running until she could run no more. By the time she stopped, her clothes were soaked with sweat.
She leaned heavily against a wall, breathing hard, her eyes wide and filled with fear.
In a burst of anger, Carol clenched her fists and cursed loudly, “Damn it! Linsey! Why couldn’t it have been you? You bitch!” Her voice grew louder and more strained with each word.
𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘆: 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝗌﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Suddenly, footsteps approached from behind.
Startled, Carol spun around to see Alexa, looking unusually pale and thin.
Irritated and on edge, Carol retorted, “What’s wrong with you? Can’t you make a sound when you walk? Are you trying to scare me to death?”
Alexa recoiled from her aggressive demeanor, taking a few steps back. Her voice shook as she said, “Carol, I…”
In a moment of desperation, Carol’s mind raced. She strode toward Alexa and seized her arms, begging with intense urgency, “Alexa, help me. Please, you have to help me, okay?”
Alexa, far from reassured, felt even more terrified by Carol’s frantic behavior.
She stared stiffly at Carol and asked fearfully, “What do you need my help with?”
At those words, the wild grin on Carol’s face vanished in an instant, replaced by fury as she screamed, “I want you to get rid of Linsey for me!”
As she spoke, her grip on Alexa’s arms tightened.
Pain drained the color from Alexa’s face, but she was too terrified to pull away.
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