On the other end of the phone, Theodore remained silent for a few seconds. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but ultimately didn't. Sensing this, Rosalie quickly said, "Finding your mom is more important right now. Whatever it is, we can talk about it after she's found."

The issues between her and Theodore were no longer of significance.

"I got it. I'll go look for her now. You should get some rest."

Rosalie hummed in acknowledgment and ended the call. Helping Theodore made her feel better. She was sincerely grateful to Justin. She considered calling to thank him, but given how late it was, she worried about disturbing him. Instead, she sent him a message. [Thank you. I've already informed Theo, and the information was very helpful.]

Justin replied, [You're welcome.]

Rosalie responded, [Good night, sleep well.]

Justin texted, [I will. You too.]

Rosalie lay on the bed, gently holding Steve. Her eyes were on him as she murmured, "Baby, your grandma will be alright."

With a splash, a basin of cold water was poured over Sydney, jolting her awake.

She gasped for air, her terrified eyes darting around. She found herself in a cold warehouse. The surroundings were cluttered with various items, and the dim, flickering light overhead cast an eerie glow.

She tried hard to recall what had happened. She remembered driving Chandra home and parking in a desolate area. Chandra had wanted to get out there, so Sydney stopped the car, and Chandra stepped out.

Not knowing what Chandra was doing, Sydney followed her, urging her to get back into the car so she could drop her off.

All of a sudden, someone struck the back of her head with a rod. She had collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.

When she opened her eyes again, she was here.

The sharp pain at the back of her head throbbed as she forced her eyes to stay open.

With a creak, the iron door was pushed open. An elegantly dressed woman slowly walked in, her high heels clacking against the floor.

Several more lights in the warehouse flickered on, allowing Sydney to see the woman clearly.

Chandra looked down at her and asked coldly, "How was your nap, Miss Harper?"

Sydney gasped for air, water

dripping from her face as she

swallowed with difficulty. Her throat

was dry, and so were her lips. She

asked in a hoarse voice, "Why areProperty © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

you doing this? What do you want?"

Chandra was a wealthy socialite and had money in the bank. Sydney was certain that she wasn't doing this for money.

"Miss Harper, do you even know who I am?"

"You're Miss Fisher," Sydney replied. "What exactly do you want?"

"No, you don't know who I am." Chandra sneered. "If you did, you never would have agreed to have dinner with me."

Sydney widened her eyes, staring at her but remaining silent.

If Chandra didn't want to reveal her motives, asking would be pointless. However, Chandra was clear

intended

to tell be

A chair was brought over and placed behind Chandra. She sat down slowly.

Crossing her legs and leaning back lazily, Chandra said, "Because of you, my daughter's marriage was ruined. She wasted years of her youth, ended up divorced, and now spends her days in tears."