Chapter 124
It locked for all the world take they were the only p
no
bubble
Selina fell silent mid sentence
Suzan was crafting this whole charade of in
posts that only teanne could see.
Whether Curtis was head over heels for Suzan
flaunted their relationship to Leanne was downgh
It was nasty
facade for her
the
taper,
“She’s even trashier than I thought, playing house for all the world to pee, and it’s all an act. Unbelievable, Joy remarked, “See what kind of person your dear friend
Selina didn’t respond, her mood had plummeted
Even by her own not-so-high moral standards, these low blows were too much
This was like her idol’s fall from grace.
Leanne paused for a moment. She had just found out that Suzan’s social media display was a farce.
But after a brief instant of shock, she brushed off like a passing cloud.
Curtis and Suzan’s dinner dates were a recurring event. Frankly, Leanne couldn’t care less about their supposed romance at this point.
Selina and Joy, having had a bit too much to drink, insisted on crashing there, each claiming half of the bed and actively trying to kick the other off.
“How’s Leanne supposed to sleep if you hog the bed?”
“Just go home with Jeremy, for heaven’s sake, you’re not homeless.”
Leanne saw Jeremy at the door.
He had been there that evening, mostly keeping to himself, not intruding on the girls’ fun but always ready to grab some snacks or drinks for them.
He was the epitome of a considerate friend.
At the elevator, Jeremy suddenly asked her, “Does Curtis know about all this
Leanne looked up at him as she pressed the elevator button.
“What difference does it make if he knows or not?” Leanne had sobered up, “If Suzan has the nerve to show it to me, it’s because he’s backing her, right?”
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this?
“I don’t think so. I was the first in this morning and pu
Thanks. I’ll buy you a coffee later
Leanne tore the card to shreds, so tiny that no one co
complice it together and
decipher the original message
After discarding it in the trash, her rigid body finally began to relax slightly
Amy was getting anxious about her behavior and asked, “Who sent it? You looked like you’d found a bomb”
Leanne leaned on her desk, her forehead supported by her hands, her brows knitted tightly. “I don’t know who it is. A creep.”
The card had no signature, just a line of text,
“I want to hear you moan in bed.”
The implications were clear, and the message was chilling. This wasn’t just an admirer, this was something darker, something that needed to be handled with care.
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