Chapter 172
Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore
Chapter172.
Fiona, for Ritaâs sake, would try any foul means, even resorting to a shaman... She was overly insane. Sherry discovered her superstition, using this lead to uncover something. It all made For easier communication, the four of us at around the table.
I scribbled on the notepad: Sherryâs safe based on the girls tone, but her behaviorâs off. Canât figure it out Evan added below: Prioritize locating her. Confirm safety firm.
Me: Agreed!
Logically, waiting for Fionaâs arrival made tactical sense. But logic couldnât quell the vise around my ribs. I needed visual confirmation of Sherryâs safety now.
Gloria stayed uncharacteristically silent, eyes darting between us.
Evan slid the pad to Cody with a new command: Search.
Codyâs reply sprawled beneath in toddlerâlike script: Leave it 2 me boss! Youâll rescue her like her kniht in shining armor!!!
âKnihtâ? The misspelling was almost poetic, and his choice of words was a bit crazy.
Gloriaâs manicured finger stabbed the paper. She stared at Evan in horror. Knight? Since when is Evan Sherryâs Knight? Is he pursuing Olivia and Sherry at the same time? After everything Olivia has endured with Julian, now this fresh betrayal from her closest friend and... whatever Evan is?
Her furious scribbles tore through the notepad: Whatâs between Sherry and Mr. Jones?! EXPLAIN. NOW.
Cody He didnât understand why Gloria was freaking out and asking that. He shrugged, indicating he didnât understand.
Evan rubbed his forehead. He tore up the page, writing anew and tossing it to Cody: Do it now! And no more silly words!
Cody stood up, wondering what was wrong with his words. Didnât his handsome boss look like a knight?
After Cody left, the atmosphere was strange. After about a minute, Evan spoke, âHe wasnât very educated, and he saw a lot of romance novel.â
Gloria narrowed her eyes. âOh, really? But why do I think he just accidentally called your whole behavior out?â
I clarified, âItâs a misunderstanding.â
Gloria shot me a look that screamed, Donât be naive. Men are bottomless pits of hunger, always eyeing the next feast.
I sighed; there was nothing I could do.
Soon, Cody returned, writing a line on the notepad. Evan glanced at it and understood.
Gloria and I stared at the hieroglyphics, our faces twisting in identical confusion. What eldritch language is this?
The notepad showed the crooked writing: Sheâs at Madameâs; she is Madame.
Gloria now believed Cody was not very educated.
Evan took the pen, translating below: Sherry is with Madame Huang; sheâs probably dressed like a shaman.
Cody nodded vigorously; that was exactly right.
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Cody wrote another line: No came, you can go next door.
What the hell?
Evan sighed, trying to translate: There are no cameras here, we can go next door (referring to the room next ro Madame Huangâs)
Cody nodded again, drawing the location. His drawing was much better than his writing, it was clear Evan asked Cody and Gloria to stay, while he and I went over. Gloris agreed Cody, sensing there wasnât much danger, also agreed.
Evan and I quietly left the room. This used to be an office building, quite large, now filled with a shamanâs mystical scent. It was easy to get lost.
We found the place Cody indicated. The door opened easily, there wasnât even a lock.
I was about to comment on how easy it was when I saw a lock on the floor... Had Cody just removed it? How did he do that?
It didnât matter. His poor language skills meant he must have other skills to be by Evanâs side.
Inside, we found a bedroom with a large bed.
Does the shaman, like my boss, nap in the break room?
As I thought, I glanced at Evan. He leaned down, his breath on my face, his tone teasing, âYou look at the bed, then me; what are you trying to say?â
I almost choked. âI think... the shaman likes to take naps like you.â
Oh my god! This conversation is so awkward! No one in the world could continue this conversation!
Embarrassed, I quickly walked ahead. On the left wall were three small holes, the size of a coin, with light filtering through from the other side, illuminating a painting. The holes had likely been hidden by the painting.
We approached the holes. Next door was an altar. From our position, we could see the entire room: large, arranged like a temple, with an elderly person sitting below, eyes closed, seemingly blind. This must be Madame Huang.
To the left of Madame Huang, we saw a familiar figure, her face veiled, but recognizable as Sherry. So, she was really here to learn from Madame Huang...?
Codyâs eyesight was sharp; few people could recognize her in disguise, but he did, and heâd only seen her in the security footage.
At that moment, someone entered the next room: the robe girl, with an elegantly dressed middleâaged woman. Fiona Crowe. It really was her!
Fiona carefully sat on a cushion, her expression devout and humble, âMadame Huang, Iâve done as you said. Can my daughterâs problem be solved?â
Madame Huang hummed deeply. âIâll ask again.â
She began to mutter, shaking and convulsing... Was Ritaâs faked epilepsy inspired by this?
Sherry was writing with her pen, we couldnât see it clearly.
Madame Huangâs convulsions ceased abruptly. She erupted like a volcano, smashing the incense burner with a howl. âI warned you! Your daughterâs cursed with greater darknessâyou lied by omission! Youâll drown us all in blood!â
Crimson sprayed from her lips, splatteri the wooden spirit tablets clattering to the floor.
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< Chapter172 Sherryâdisguised in ochre robesâhurled bloodâred âDEATHâ talismans at Fionaâs face. Each paper blade fluttered like poisoned butterflies.
âNo! Youâre dead! Stay away from my daughter!â Fionaâs screams crescendoed with every talisman strike. Sherry accelerated her grim calligraphy, flinging handfuls of incense ash into her hair and eyes.
That was kind of exciting. My pulse roared in sync with the chaos. Yet one phrase hooked into my mind: Youâre already dead.
I frowned. But she was clearly alive...
Evanâs murmur dripped ice, âEvil truly requires demons to be tamed.â
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