In Monica Usher’s apartment, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, smoking a cigarette while staring at her reflection, hazy, blurry, unfamiliar... A bandage wrapped around her wrist, the wound still ached a bit. She had finally become the person she despised the most, becoming Lydia Ingram’s woman, which meant she would have to continue relations with him in the future, and she found it disgusting. Inhaling the cigarette Lydia Ingram had given her that day, she sighed softly... just wanting to numb herself. Sometimes she thought it was indeed Justin Kingston who ruined her. At this moment, the doorbell rang... distinctly interrupting her thoughts. Could it be Lydia Ingram? She didn’t want to open the door, didn’t want to deal with him, but she feared provoking him. As a result, she eventually came out, took a peek through the peephole, her chest tightened, and she suddenly sobered up! "It’s the police..." She furrowed her brow, stepping back two steps. Coming to her senses, she took out her phone and dialed Lydia Ingram’s number. He was in a meeting at the company, his phone on silent, but inadvertently saw her call. Lydia Ingram interrupted the meeting and stepped out to answer it. "The police are here..." Monica Usher suppressed the panic in her heart and whispered, "Today I hired someone to kidnap the mayor’s daughter. The plan failed, they were caught, and they implicated me." Lydia Ingram instructed, "Deny it to death, I’ll figure out the rest." "..." Monica Usher didn’t know if she could trust him, but she had no other choice. She hung up the phone. The doorbell kept ringing... She stubbed out the cigarette in her hand, stood at the door for three seconds, and calmly opened it. "Monica Usher?" The policeman held handcuffs. "Please come with us." "Have I done something wrong?" She was very calm, looking innocent. "You’ll know once you’re there, we’ll talk at the station." The policeman looked at her, "Under normal circumstances, without solid evidence, we wouldn’t wrongfully accuse anyone." The police cuffed her hands and directly took her away. Monica Usher’s emotions were complex, Flynn confessed, Justin Kingston intervened... he handed her over to the police. Could Lydia Ingram have the ability to save her? Monica Usher didn’t know, but she remembered Lydia Ingram’s words, which were to deny everything. As long as she didn’t confess, there would be no evidence. Hailey Hale didn’t tell her mother about the kidnapping to avoid worrying her. "What happened to you?" Looking at her daughter’s injured leg, Paige was both anxious and distressed, "Is the injury serious? Do you need to go to the hospital?" "No need." Hailey Hale leaned against the headboard, "I’ve been to Dr. Ian Shelby, you know him, right? Medical genius, his medicine is much better than the hospital’s." "How on earth did you get hurt?" Read complete version only at N0v3l.Fiɾe.net "I just fell accidentally." Hailey brushed it off, "Don’t ask, I’ve told you many times." "Alright, alright, I won’t ask." Paige sat down by the bed, "Finish this bowl of porridge, let me feed you." "Okay." Her arm was aching anyway. Hailey Hale was hoping Finn Morgan would come to see her after work, her phone clutched in her palm, WeChat opened countless times, yet not a single new message. Gradually, she became a bit disappointed, missing him... and feeling a bit disoriented. Finn Morgan received a call from Melissa Merce, she gave him an address, he was just about to finish work. After going downstairs, he drove the white Maybach to the restaurant Melissa had booked. Just right, using this opportunity to settle matters of the heart, Finn Morgan didn’t want to let her down, hoping she could understand both his love and lack of it. And tonight, who would win or lose was truly uncertain.