Sally looked bewildered. “I stole your husband?”
M nodded, her expression on the verge of tears. “Yes, you stole my husband. When he divorced me,
he confessed that he had always
loved his childhood sweetheart.”
Sally’s eyebrows knitted together in surprise, her face reflecting a mix of disbelief and uncertainty as
she nced toward Oliver.
Oliver narrowed his enigmatic eyes, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he adjusted his sses. “How
long do you n to stay?”
“Until I cane to terms with my previous marriage.”
“Very well, make yourself at home,” Oliver dered.
Sally angrily interjected, “Uncle Oliver, have you lost your mind? It’s
clear she has ulterior motives.”
Oliver shot Sally a cold re, his eyes brimming with hostility.
Sally recoiled, too intimidated to speak further.
Pointing at Phoebe, Oliver asked, “And who is she?”
M held Phoebe’s hand and introduced her, stating, “This is my friend, Phoebe Baskins. She’s
currently facing some financial difficulties and doesn’t have a ce to stay.”
Phoebe frowned slightly, finding M’s choice of words both amusing and perplexing.
After the introduction, M escorted Phoebe out of the living room.
As they walked past Sally, M paused. Standing beside her, facing the opposite direction, M spoke
softly, “Sally, I look forward to your
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hospitality.”
Sally smirked coldly and whispered menacingly, “Suzanne, do you know what it means to be a sheep
among wolves? You could’ve chosen the easier path, but instead, you’ve ventured into treacherous
territory.”
M remainedposed, offering a faint smile. “Who’s the sheep, and who’s the wolf? Only time will
reveal the truth.”
With that, M gracefully went up the stairs.
Sally’s expression darkened as she watched M’s departing figure, a sense of unease creeping over
her.
That was unmistakably Suzanne, unchanged in appearance and voice, just as she had always been.
However, Sally couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different about her.
There was a subtle change in her demeanor. She showed a newfound confidence andposure
even in the middle of a crisis.
M and Phoebe retreated upstairs to their room.
Meanwhile, Sally approached Oliver, her anger evident as she demanded, “Why did you agree to let
them move in? Can’t you see that this isn’t normal?”
Oliver regarded her with a cold smile. “We have a willing prey right in front of us. Shouldn’t we take full
advantage of this opportunity?”
Sally crossed her arms, remarking, “Call me paranoid, but I don’t
believe she’s as easily manipted as you think.”
Oliver countered, “They’re just two vulnerable women. What trouble could they possibly cause at Hoffis
Manor?”
Sally fell silent, lost in contemtion.
As night descended upon Hoffis Manor, M took precautions by locking the doors and windows of her
room. Afterpleting her nightly routine, she spent some time reading before preparing to sleep.
With the lights turned off, M settled into bed and drifted off to sleep.
However, she was abruptly awakened by a noise.
As she regained full consciousness, she opened her eyes and was startled to find a shadow looming
over her, pressing her down onto the bed.
A hand, unusually warm, covered her mouth tightly. It prevented her from making a sound. She looked
on in horror at the vague figure before her, a familiar scent overwhelming her senses.
Her heart raced, and her breath came in rapid gasps. Despite her efforts, she remained pinned
beneath the shadowy figure, unable to free herself.
She could feel the intense heat emanating from the person on top of her, seeping through her thin
clothing.
“Mmm.” M wanted to cry out for help, but she found herself devoid of strength, unable to produce
even a whisper.
“Are you out of your mind?” The man’s voice dripped with anger, each wordced with suppressed
rage. How dare you move into Hoffis Manor.”