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Elliot was fine with anything as long as he would not be spanked.
He immediately sat up from her embrace and skillfully massaged her little belly.
Sheena chuckled, teasing him, “I still prefer it when you listen to me. In the future, you should stop dropping by for inspections so often. There should be more trust between us!”
He did not agree, retorting, “It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just that you’re so beautiful that I’m worried about those Casanovas seducing you.”
Sheena sighed, shaking her head.
It was no use arguing with him.
Two nights before the banquet at the Nicholls residence…
Romello had sent a custom–made exquisite dress for Phoebe, placed in her room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPhoebe stood by the window, occasionally peeking toward the top floor.
In the past few days, she had been observing the activities on the top floor and noticed that someone would bring meals three times a day. However, the portions were small, indicating it was for one
person.
If Vanda was the only resident on the top floor, then the person who attacked her with the ashtray last
twas probably Vanda.
Then again, why would Vanda treat her like this?
They were all her biological children, yet Vanda’s attitude toward Phoebe completely differed from hers toward Romello, Marius, and Gabrielle.
Moreover, as the matriarch of the Nicholls family, Vanda held a high position, so why did she have
bruises on her wrists?
And why did Marius and Gabrielle behave so strangely when they saw her in the dining room?
With doubts swirling in her mind, Phoebe sat on the bed, unable to sleep.
The banquet would be held the next day. Yet, even as the heiress of the Nicholls family, Romello was unwilling to tell her the family’s secrets.
Phoebe felt a bit indignant.
With the preparations for the banquet in full swing at the Nicholls residence, the servants were busy, and it was the perfect opportunity for Phoebe to sneak a peek.
She wrestled with her inner conflict for a long time, fear and intense curiosity battling in her mind.
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In the end, curiosity won out.
In the dead of night, the Nicholls residence was eerily silent, as if everyone inside had fallen into a deep slumber.
Phoebe, wearing slippers and carrying an eyebrow trimmer from the vanity table, crept up to the top
floor.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDeciding to follow the sapproach as last time, she approached the iron gate cautiously, scanning the area for any signs of activity.
As she reached the top floor, the corridor beyond the iron gate was shrouded in darkness, with a chilling breeze blowing through, sending shivers down her spine.
Summoning her courage, Phoebe rattled the iron gate, the heavy chains clashing against the frame, echoing sharply in the silent night.
“Mom?” Phoebe whispered.
She waited for a while but received no response. It was as though the occupants of the top floor were fast asleep.
It seemed she would have to try climbing out of the window again.
As she turned to leave, there was a distinct sound of iron chains dragging across the floor coming from one of the rooms down the corridor.
The noise was especially jarring in the quiet surroundings.
“Mom? Is that you?” Phoebe called out again, but there was still no response.
It felt eerie, truly eerie,
“What are you doing here?”
A sudden cold and hoarse voice cfrom behind her, catching her by surprise.
Phoebe was startled, trembling all over.
She turned around in terror to see who it was.
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