Chapter 294

Clara gazed at her reflection in the mirror. A mischievous smile curved her lips as she noted the subtle resemblance to Evelyn.

If she donned this attire and applied makeup resembling Evelyn's, she doubted Warren would remain sober enough not to mistake her for her rival. Picturing the fallout of her plan, Clara couldn't help but smirk in triumph.

As she discarded her stained dress and prepared to dress herself in a fresh gown, the room plunged into darkness, sending a shiver down her spine. Memories of the chilling night she spent guarding the family mausoleum flooded back, rendering her unable to sleep without lights until now.

Just as she contemplated seeking help, the lights flickered back to life.

But her moment of relief was fleeting. Just as she stood clad in nothing but her undergarments, the lights dimmed once more, accompanied by eerie wails reminiscent of that ominous night.

Clara knew this was no mere coincidence; someone was behind it. Summoning her courage, she h