Chapter 137
Chapter 137:
Rylie figured it was a start. Given time, she believed she could help guide Selah back to leading a hospital again.
After finishing dinner with Selah, Rylie made her way back to Serenity Manor. The moment she stepped inside, she noticed a servant lingering near the hall who immediately darted away at the sight of her.
Curious, Rylie raised a brow and followed the woman’s hurried steps, only to catch sight of Paola slipping out of her bedroom.
“What were you doing in my room p>
She had caught her red-handed. The servant turned pale and backed away without saying a word.
Paola was extremely embarrassed but couldn’t admit the truth. She fumbled for an excuse. “Last time the servant cleaned your room, they left something that belongs to me behind p>
“Oh?” Rylie tilted her head. “And what exactly was left behind p>
Scrambling to maintain her cover, Paola reached into her pocket and pulled out a hairpin. “This p>
Rylie took one glance and gave a half-smile. “This p>
Without hesitation, Paola picked it up and brushed past her. “You probably won’t believe it, but Marcus gave this to me.” She paused halfway down the hall and tossed a glance over her shoulder. “And just so you know, he invited me to his solo concert. He’s the main act p>
Rylie gave her a calm look. “Is that so? Then explain why you’re rummaging through my drawer for sheet music p>
Paola’s smug expression vanished in an instant. “I have no idea what you’re talking about p>
She turned and walked off without another word.
Rylie returned to her bedroom, thinking back to the hairpin Paola had waved around. That same pin had come from the library. There was no way it ended up here by accident.
After scanning her room, it became clear that someone had dug through her drawer—more than once. It didn’t take much guessing to figure out what they were after.
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She had written an impromptu piece not long ago. It wasn’t finished. And yet, someone had discovered it.
Rylie sat for a moment, staring at the sheet music. To confirm if her suspicion was correct, she completed the second half, preparing two versions. One was the real score. The other was bait.
If Paola planned to take it and pass it off as her own, she was walking straight into the consequences.
Once the task was wrapped up, Rylie logged into the dark web and spotted a high-priority message from Britton.
“Boss, our shipment got hit during transport at sea. The cargo vanished. A lot of our people didn’t make it p>
Without wasting a second, she rang Britton. “I arranged that route myself. Everything was covered. Could this be sabotage p>