In the will Amiya received, Herona’s final days were agonizing, with his condition worsening in fits of pain before…
“Quick, catch her!” A maid, fleeing in a panic, was spurred by a woman’s voice.
“Don’t let her get away!” Xia Qingtian hurried after her, but her high heels were a hinderance. After just a few steps, she nearly stumbled. It was Jean Lingor who steadied her, preventing a clumsy fall.
“I’ll go after her!” With that, Jean Lingor quickly pursued.
“Qingtian!” Seeing Xia Qingtian safe, Mobius’s eyes lit up, and he rushed to her side. “It’s good you’re alright.”
“Heh heh, don’t worry,” Xia Qingtian winked at Mobius before walking towards Amiya and Camille. “Amiya, the will you received is fake. Someone deliberately forged it to make you kill Madam Camille. That Carla is also one of them.”
“How can this be!” Amiya exclaimed in disbelief. “Why would they do this?”
“Madam Camille should know,” Xia Qingtian looked towards Madam Camille.
“You, you mean!” Madam Camille immediately thought of something, her eyes filled with anger.
She truly couldn’t fathom that those people would stoop to such a thing.
At the time, she believed that by leaving Amiya and Herona, those people would no longer trouble the unfortunate father and daughter.
She just hadn’t expected Herona to contract cancer, and for them to actually use Herona’s death to manipulate Amiya into killing her!
“I’m sorry, Amiya…” Camille looked at Amiya, her eyes brimming with guilt. “Those people wanted me to betray my talent and work for them. They even threatened me with your safety, forcing me to leave you. I didn’t know about Herona’s illness, and I didn’t know they would… I’m sorry, Amiya…”
Although Amiya didn’t know who was so malicious, she knew Camille was innocent. It was she who had been deceived and almost went down the wrong path.
Looking at the marks Amiya had made on Camille’s neck and the superficial wounds on Xia Qingtian’s collarbone, guilt flooded Amiya’s heart. “I… what have I done…”
“It’s not your fault,” Xia Qingtian, having witnessed everything, understood Amiya perfectly.
If it were her, she would have fought with all her might, to the death.
“Amiya, stay by my side,” Camille held Amiya’s hand sincerely. “Let me take care of you. You’re not alone after losing Herona; you still have me.”
She had left them, let go, for Amiya and Herona’s sake.
But it turned out that even though she chose to yield, the other party had no intention of letting her go.
If that was the case, then let them fight!
She, Camille Agami, never feared a battle.
“Camille!” Amiya threw herself into Camille’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
At this moment, Werner Norman, the butler of Camille Manor, walked over. He was surprised to see the scene but still approached Madam Camille and said, “Madam, guests have arrived at Camille Manor. Should they be taken directly to the banquet hall?”
“Take them to the East Reception Room first,” Madam Camille said after taking a deep breath. “Everyone, tidy this place up as quickly as possible.”
“Yes,” the maids immediately came to their senses and responded, beginning to busy themselves.
“Norman, take Amiya to clean up and get ready.” After entrusting Amiya to the butler, Madam Camille turned to Xia Qingtian. “Miss Xia’s injuries also need to be attended to. Norman, call Doctor Scott over immediately.”
Xia Qingtian felt like saying her injuries were merely superficial and would likely heal on their own by the time the doctor arrived.
But feeling Mobius nudge her beside her, Xia Qingtian swallowed her polite refusal. She left the banquet hall with the butler and Amiya.
“Mobius,” Madam Camille looked at Mobius, her calm face bearing a rare look of determination and resolve. “I’m joining your plan. Not just me, but the Agami family and the Lingor family will also provide full support.”
“Thank you, Madam Camille,” Mobius’s eyes lit up. This was an unexpected pleasant surprise.
“You should thank your little girlfriend,” Madam Camille gave Mobius a deep look before continuing, “Please proceed to the East Reception Room to rest for a while.”
Mobius nodded and was led to the East Reception Room by a maid.
Along the way, the smile on Mobius’s lips grew deeper.
Xia Qingtian always brought him one surprise after another.
With Xia Qingtian as a variable in this life, perhaps he could truly succeed in preventing the disaster.
Everything had become something to look forward to.
His future would finally no longer be a hollow word interwoven with despair and monotony.
Very good.
Meanwhile, Carla was desperately trying to escape. She truly couldn’t understand how the organization had destroyed the will, yet a video had suddenly appeared!
Where in the world was that video hidden that the organization couldn’t destroy it?
And that damned Chinese woman!
Jean Lingor was close behind, relentlessly pursuing. If not for her studying the layout of Camille Manor meticulously these past two days, she might have been caught already.
The immediate priority was to rendezvous with the organization’s people.
As she thought this, a static sound came from the built-in communication device in Carla’s ear, followed by a somewhat deep male voice. “How are things going?”
“The plan encountered problems. Someone on Camille’s side presented a video of Herona, proving Camille’s innocence. Amiya has betrayed us.”
Carla gritted her teeth and said, “It’s all that Chinese woman named Xia, Xia Qingtian!”
“Xia Qingtian?” The other party murmured the name, his voice chilling slightly. “Are you exposed?”
“I…” Carla hesitated, unsure how to answer.
“I understand,” the other party didn’t give Carla a chance to defend herself. “Hurry and get out. Come to the rendezvous point; someone is already waiting for you there.”
“Yes,” Carla replied, but she still tried to defend herself. “I obtained Madam Camille’s design drafts!”
Upon hearing this, the other party directly ended the communication, not even bothering to reply.
Carla gritted her teeth, blaming that Chinese woman.
Damn it!
Jean Lingor was still in hot pursuit, almost out of breath. He was genuinely curious how this woman could run so fast!
Wouldn’t it be better to use that speed to compete in the Olympics and bring glory to Spain?
Seeing Carla vault over a low ornamental railing of the manor, Jean Lingor cursed under his breath.
He lunged to grab her, but only grasped air.
Carla landed and breathed a sigh of relief. The organization’s designated meeting spot was across the road. If only she could run over there…
A car sped towards her. Upon seeing Carla, dressed as a maid, the driver slammed on the accelerator.
In an instant, a life vanished from the world.
Blood splattered onto Jean Lingor’s face.
He froze on the spot, his gaze fixed on the mangled corpse.
Everything had happened too quickly; he hadn’t even had time to react.
Immediately after, another vehicle, traveling in the opposite direction, ran over Carla’s body without mercy and sped away.
This time, Jean Lingor saw it all too clearly.