?<strong>Chapter 1060:</strong>


    Fear spiked through Elyse. She stepped back, keeping her phone clutched in her hand. Before she could respond, the banging on the door started—loud and relentless—making her retreat further into the room.


    Suddenly, a scream pierced the air, followed by the sounds of a scuffle. Elyse stood frozen until themotion died down.


    “Miss Lloyd, it’s safe. We’ve apprehended him,” a firm voice called out.


    Elyse cautiously opened the door, spotting the burly man who had impersonated the delivery worker. He was being restrained by her bodyguards. There was no food cart in sight.


    “Someone found out my room number,” Elyse muttered, feeling a cold shiver run down her spine.


    A guard nodded grimly. “We’ll station more men nearby. You don’t need to worry, Miss.”


    With that, the bodyguards took the man away. Relieved but shaken, Elyse closed the door and leaned against it, her heart racing.


    Questions swirled in her mind. Who was after her, and how long would this go on? And where was Jayden now? She rubbed her face, feeling her headache worsen the more she thought about it. Eventually, she drifted into a deep sleep.


    It was soon morning, and Elyse tried to shake off the lingering tension as she headed to the concert hall for her final rehearsal. The looming show was all she needed to focus on.


    By afternoon, the audience began filing in. Elyse sat in the dressing room, dressed in her performance gown, trying to steady her nerves. Geraldine stormed in,ining. “This ce is a mess. The prop room stinks like something rotting.”


    “What happened?” Elyse asked.


    “Someone spilled who-knows-what back there, and now it reeks,” Geraldine said, fuming.


    Elyse suggested calmly, “Why not ask someone to clean it up then?”


    Geraldine huffed. “I tried. The concert hall staff refused. Said they were too busy to deal with it and told us to clean it ourselves.”


    Someone nearby overheard and asked, “Isn’t there a volunteer with us? Let the volunteer take care of it. What’s she here for anyway? To watch a free show?”


    Volunteer? Elyse’s mind immediately went to Fiona.


    Geraldine nodded in agreement. “Good point. I’ll go find Fiona. There are important props in that room—we can’t afford to let anything get ruined.”


    As Geraldine left, Elyse identally knocked a few items off the table. Bending to pick them up, she spotted a ck suitcase wedged under the cab.


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