BuzzNovelChapter 2440 Lindsays heart simmered with hatred-not just for Stella, who had taken Matthew from her, but also for herself.
She hated her weakness, her failures, and the perpetual disadvantage she faced in this relentless power struggle.
A short while later, a figure appeared at her door.
He was dressed in black from head to toe and entirely unrecognizable, his face perfectly obscured.
Without hesitation, Lindsay handed him a heavy suitcase, her expression cold and unyielding.
Get rid of this.
Take it as far away as possible.
Inside the suitcase lay Katelyns lifeless body.
Lindsay was determined to erase every trace, leaving no evidence behind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe couldnt afford any loose ends to jeopardize her next move.
Lindsay lingered in the doorway, her sharp gaze locked on the hallways surveillance camera. Her voice was low but firm as she addressed the man before her.
Youve seen the cameras, havent you? Make sure every trace is erased.
Nothing can point back to us.
The man tilted his head slightly, his tone steady and unbothered.
Dont worry, Ill handle it.
As his figure disappeared down the hall, Lindsay felt a small wave of relief wash over her.
Shutting the door behind her, she turned to the chaos inside the room.
Without wasting a moment, she knelt to scrub the blood from the floor and pick up the shards of the shattered vase.
Each movement was meticulous, driven by a deep fear of leaving any incriminating evidence.
When the space was finally spotless, Lindsay settled into the desk chair and began crafting a fabricated suicide note.
When she finished, she leaned back in the chair, her mind swirling as she tried to figure out what to do next. But instead of a clear plan, her thoughts were a tangled mess.
Then, the image of the mysterious man flashed in her mind, sparking a surge of curiosity.
She muttered to herself, Who exactly is helping Stella? Could it be an enemy Ive overlooked? The man who had just left Lindsays apartment drove steadily, his focus fixed on the road ahead.
His mind, however, was preoccupied with the suitcase in the back.
He had been instructed to dispose of it in a secluded area.
After parking, he stepped out of the car and approached the suitcase, preparing to follow Lindsays orders to burn it.
As he reached down, a faint sound made him pause.
It was a soft, pitiful whimper followed by a gentle tapping noise coming from inside the suitcase.
His blood ran cold, and his pulse quickened.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWait... why is there noise coming from the suitcase? Could it be... the person inside isnt dead? At the stime, in his study, Sanford sat at his desk, a pen in hand, tapping it rhythmically against the surface.
His brow furrowed as if lost in thought, piecing together something that seemed important.
Suddenly, the sharp ring of his phone shattered the quiet, and he snatched it up, glancing at the screen.
Seeing Dexters name, he swiftly answered. Dexter, whats going on? Dexters voice spilled through the line, frantic and uneasy. Mr.
Quimby, theres a situation.
Lindsay toldto burn a suitcase.
Turns out, an injured woman is inside.
She was struck in the head with something sharp, and shes bleeding heavily, but I think shes still breathing.
Do you think we should help her? Sanford sat in silence for a brief m moment, his expression unreadable Then, with firm resolve, he commanded, Make sure she survives.
He understood that Lindsay had crossed a dangerous line this time, and he needed a trump card to keep En her in check. If she ever turned on him, this leverage could save him from her mess.
Beyond that, he couldnt afford to reveal too much of his strategy-not with Stella still lingering around Matthew. Any misstep would throw off his carefully calculated plans.
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