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    All heads turned as two uniformed officers materialized before them. Jocelynn’s knees buckled beneath her, forcing her to catch herself mid-stumble.


    “Who contactedw enforcement?”


    “That would be me!” Cn emerged from the room, proceeding to provide a thorough ount of the entire event.


    “What about the surveince footage?” one of the officers asked.


    “The cameras experienced a malfunctionst night,” Cn exined.


    “There’s nothing to review.”


    The note-taking officer shared a knowing look with his questioning colleague, their lips quirking slightly.


    “How… convenient.” Understanding rippled through the assembled crowd.


    “So every room has been searched except this one?” the officer inquired.


    Cn’s brow furrowed in contemtion before Corrine’s voice cut through the silence.


    “There’s also the room at the corridor’s end.” All eyes shifted to her as the officers proceeded down the hallway, stopping before a specific door.


    “This one?”


    “Precisely,” Corrine confirmed.


    An inexplicable chill crawled down Leah’s spine as she watched events unfold.


    She instinctively twisted her wrist, attempting to break free from Corrine’s iron grip, but to no avail.


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    Leah fixed Corrine with an icy re.


    “What game are you ying?”


    Corrine’s lips curved into a subtle, taunting smile.


    “Simply participating in your charade.”


    Her words sent tremors through Leah’s body as realization dawned—she had stumbled directly into Corrine’s carefullyid trap.


    And this time, she wasn’t sure there was a way out. Perhaps Rita, too, had been merely another piece in this borate game.


    The officers’ persistent knocking yielded no response. They exchanged nces, their instincts screaming that something sinister lurked behind that door.


    The manager appeared, slightly winded, extending a key card.


    “The room key, officers.”


    He retreated quickly, as if fearing what might be revealed.


    Curious whispers rippled through the gathering crowd.


    “Whose room is it?”


    “No one knows for certain.”


    “Isn’t it Mr. Ashton’s sister’s?”


    Bruce’s expression darkened at the mention.


    “Bruce, where are you going?” Leah clutched his hand, anxiety etched across her features.


    “To check on Rita,” he replied tersely.


    Rita was his sister, after all.


    He noticed that Leah’splexion had drained of color, her forehead beading with cold sweat. She resembled a delicate bloom battered by an unexpected storm.


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