?<strong>Chapter 941:</strong>


    Steadying her breaths, Kaelyn replied smoothly, “I’m actually alone; I don’t know the shop you’re talking about. Maybe someone else might know?”


    After a hesitant pause, Mabel asked, “Should I try calling Hyde directly?” Her voice betrayed the flutter of a heart in love.


    Kaelyn knew Mabel was grasping at a pretext to connect with Hyde. A smirk yed on her lips. “Yes, that might be quicker.”


    As soon as the call ended, Kaelyn’s controlled moans began to fill the space around them.


    Hyde chuckled lowly, his voice a blend of amusement and provocation. “Exciting, isn’t it? Part of you wanted her to find out.”


    Unwavering, Kaelyn locked eyes with him, her voice resolute. “Keep going, or don’t evere back.”


    Hyde was still parsing her challenge when his phone buzzed again—it was Mabel calling back. He cast a bewildered look at Kaelyn. With a seductive tilt of her head, she whispered fiercely, “Don’t stop.”


    Hyde instantly grasped her intent. His movements became relentless, like machinery in motion, driving Kaelyn toward the brink while he answered the phone. “Hey, Mabel. Do you need anything?”


    Mabel’s voice fluttered with embarrassment as she replied, “Hyde, you mentioned wanting some chocte, right? I went to buy it for you, but I can’t seem to find the shop. Could you give me the address?”


    Hyde’s lips curled into a smirk, amused by her earnestness. She actually went to buy it just because he asked. To him, Mabel was delightfullypliant, ready to bend to his whims.


    The call stretched for eight minutes. If not for Kaelyn nearing her peak once more, Hyde might have prolonged the conversation. As he hung up, Kaelyn’s control shattered, her scream echoing through the room. The twoy naked, wrapped in each other, relishing the afterglow of their shared ecstasy.


    Kaelyn’s voice was calm, yet her eyes sparkled with cunning as she revealed her ns. “I’ve figured out how to deal with Elyse. I’ve crafted the perfect scenario for her—a spectacle that will ensure she’s the center of attention.”


    Intrigued, Hyde asked, “You won’t let her off easily, will you?”


    “Of course not,” Kaelyn replied, her voice soft but filled with venom. “I’ve orchestrated everything up to this point to ensure her downfall, to strip her of everything.”


    Later that night, Mabel, having finally secured the chocte, hesitated at Hyde’s doorstep. It waste, and doubt crept in. Would he wee her at this hour?


    After a moment’s hesitation, she rang the doorbell. Hyde answered shortly after, dressed only in a ck robe. His gaze was warm yet tinged with a stormy darkness.


    Mabel noted the cloud over his mood as she handed him the chocte, her voice gentle. “Hyde, you seem a bit off. Is everything okay?”


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