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284. TERROR, HAUNTED
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It was one thing that could haunt a human. Even if one person said that they were brave enough, they couldn't help but feel anxious if someone continued to terrorize them. It would be worse if the one who was terrorizing them was someone who had died years ago.That was what Kate Dahl had experienced in the past week. Her phone kept receiving messages from a contact named "Patricia Dahl," and despite having more than one cell phone and more than one number, Patricia Dahl's number continued to terrorize her on all her cell phones.Be it text messages or phone calls, Kate kept getting them in the last week, and that was why she finally decided to turn off all her cell phones to escape the terror.She thought that everything would return to normal once her cell phone was turned off, but she was wrong because Patricia Dahl started coming to her directly after all her cell phones were turned off.You could say she was being haunteRelated chapters
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Vivian said "Yes," and Sarah immediately led the younger girl into the house. Sarah even continued to hold the younger girl's hand as if she was afraid that the girl would turn her back on her one more time. Vivian could feel how warm her mother's hand was, and that was why she didn't let go. Sarah finally led her to her bedroom. The woman said she had something she wanted to give, and upon reaching the bedroom, she immediately let go of Vivian's hand before walking towards the cupboard in the bedroom. Vivian just stood by the bed watching what her mother was doing, and before long, her mother was walking back towards her with something in her hand. Without saying anything, Sarah pulled Vivian's hand before opening the girl's palm, and she placed something in the palm. Previously Vivian had felt warmth on her palm as Sarah continued to hold her hand, but she suddenly felt a cold sensation as there was something in her palm. It was something that glimmer
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Steen called her to ask: “You aren't in my penthouse, are you? Where are you? Why did you leave before Marlon brought breakfast to you? And you didn't even tell him that you were leaving, right?” It was easy to tell that Marlon had reported to his boss that she was not at the penthouse when he came to deliver food for her. The assistant was probably panicking, and Vivian somehow knew that Steen also panicked a bit during the phone call. Was Steen worried about her just because she wasn't in the penthouse when Marlon came to deliver her breakfast? Vivian didn't want to think so highly about herself, and that was why she dismissed the thought before telling the man that she was at Sarah's house, and even if she didn't explain why she was already at the woman's house when it was still early in the morning, Steen probably already guessed what she was doing. Steen didn't question her further, and he simply said that he would go to the house to pers
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Vivian said: “If you were to do something like that for your mother, do you think your mother would be grateful and feel happy, Steen? I didn't get the chance to meet your mother as an adult, but I'm pretty sure she was a very soft-hearted woman, and if she were alive, she would want to see you be a good person, Steen. Can you imagine how she would feel if she found out how her son wanted to pressure someone to kill herself? I don't think that will be a good idea." In the past, Vivian definitely wouldn't have dared lecture Steen, knowing how hot-tempered that man was, and that man surely wouldn't listen to anyone except his late mother. His mother died long ago, and that was why no one could make Steen change his mind once he made up his mind. But Vivian finally worked up the courage to try to bring Steen back on the right path, and that was why she was brave enough when she told Steen not to listen to the devil in his heart and choose to use the right
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She didn't dare to touch her phone again. She did have more than one cell phone, but all of them were unsafe to use now, and that was why she turned them all off before leaving them at home. When she wanted to meet this person today, she chose to contact the person via the phone in the mansion, and even the person seemed surprised to receive a call that wasn't from her usual number. “You think too much,” the person sitting across from her finally responded to the story she had just told them. “If I remember correctly, next month is Patricia's death anniversary, right? Maybe you just remember how she died that year, and that's why you started hallucinating." The person sitting across from her was a man. The man might be older than forty years, but it seemed he had not yet reached fifty. Maybe forty-four or forty-five? The woman must have known his age, and even if he wasn't young anymore, he still looked quite handsome with his sharp eyes and a
I'm a Prostitute, Not a Substitute 292. BREAKING NEWS
{BREAKING NEWS! THE IDENTITY OF STEEN DAHL’S WIFE WAS LEAKED! HIS WIFE WAS A PROSTITUTE WHO USED TO WORK IN THE RED DISTRICT OF BARDEN CITY!} The headlines succeeded in breaking the peace in Haston City. It might not be the right thing to say that only the peace in Haston City was disturbed by the news. You could say the entire country was rocked by the news that suddenly took over the internet this morning. It was posted by an anonymous account, but because that account even dared to post some photos as well as a detailed description of the situation, people ended up believing in the post, and that's why there was such a big commotion in the country right now. The original poster did post a few photos, including a photo of Steen's wedding as well as several shots of him seen with his wife. Besides those photos, there were also several photos of his wife when she was still working at Ladder to Paradise. There were even photos of her from the L
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A name. It was not just a group of letters used to address someone so they would turn to the caller and not ignore the caller. A name had a deeper meaning than that. A name was used to identify a person, used to distinguish someone from other individuals. A name would always stick with a person from the time they were born until the day they last breathed, and even at their final resting place, their name would also be written or engraved to let everyone know that the body buried underground belonged to the owner of the name. A name was indeed an important part of one's life, and that was why one would not feel happy if someone called them by the wrong name. Perhaps that was also the reason why Vivian had returned to wearing a wedding dress today. It was still the same wedding dress she wore months ago when she officially became Steen's wife, but because she was using someone else's name then, she and Steen decided to have another wedding ceremony to announce to everyone that it was
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Their next stop was the penthouse at the Golden Roof Apartments, and it might also be their last stop. Only three people entered the penthouse after Elena was sent to her family's residence. After Lily and her family were arrested by the police, the house was empty, and that's why Elena lived there temporarily. Yes, only temporarily because Elena planned to move after finding a suitable place to live. Vivian had actually invited her to move in with her and Sarah in the small house, but Elena rejected the idea, saying that she didn't want to disturb the two of them and that Sarah might be uncomfortable if she joined them to live in the cramped house. Vivian said that Sarah wouldn't feel that way because that woman also wanted to meet Elena and wanted to live with her too, but Elena still resisted the idea. In the end, Vivian only said that she would try to find a bigger house, and if that could happen, the three of them might be able to move in together.
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Someone was standing in the middle of the mansion's stairs. With teary eyes, he looked at the people standing in the living room one by one. His eyes were not only filled with tears, but the two of them were also filled with fear and confusion. He looked lost and lonely even if he wasn't alone in the big building. Maybe the adults in the living room kept talking about Stanley before, but they probably forgot that the kid was also in the mansion the whole time, and they also weren't aware of the possibility that the innocent boy had heard everything from the second floor. But maybe Steen was aware of the possibility, but he simply didn't care at all. That was why he looked away from the boy before saying, "Let's go." Both words were aimed at Vivian and Elena, like how he had suggested the three of them leave the mansion immediately. But neither Vivian nor Elena moved from their positions even after hearing the order, and they both focused their
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Steen somehow could not directly answer his father's question this time. He was still grinding his teeth to suppress his anger, but no words could come out of his mouth at this moment. Recalling the disgusting memory, he remembered how he did not find any used condoms in the hotel room, and it was easy to tell that he had done it without any protection the night before. He wasn't even sure if it was because he couldn't think straight when he did it or maybe it was Kate's intention, but he was sure there weren't any used condoms in the hotel room at the time. He wasn't stupid, and that was why he could see the possibility of her being pregnant after they had a such activity that night, and it was also the reason why he hated that kid called Stanley so much. Even if he didn't try to find evidence that Stanley was indeed his son, he could see the similarities the boy had with him, and it had the power to terrify him. Because of that, he had alway
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Kate had been dragged from the mansion by the police, and even the man named Peter had also been caught by the police. Hence, only four people were left in the living room after Marlon also left the place. There were only Steen, Stefan, Vivian, and Elena in the living room. Everyone still ignored the presence of plush sofas in the living room as they preferred to remain standing rather than sitting comfortably. They all even continued to stand like statues. Even Steen who previously looked the calmest of them, now looked shaken after hearing what Kate proudly said before being dragged away by the police. "I always knew that the child was not mine," Stefan muttered breaking the tense silence in the living room. “I always knew about it, but I didn't expect the child to be yours, Steen. How are you going to explain it to me? Do you like your stepmother? You have treated her coldly all along, but you even got her pregnant with your child. I didn't expect yo
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“Recently, that bitch doesn't dare to touch her phone because her phone is haunted by my mother, right? Ah! Even her fear should be enough to tell that she was scared because she had done something to my mother in the past, but I know that such a thing wouldn't be enough to prove that she was indeed a criminal. That's why I focused on finding something on her phones that were ignored by her out of fear in the past week. On one of her cellphones, I found enough evidence to land her in jail.” When everyone was speechless, it was Steen who continued to speak. Turns out that was his real plan. He didn't plan to pressure Kate so she would kill herself just like his mother did years ago, but he just wanted her to ignore her cell phone so he would get a chance to touch it. Yesterday Kate left the mansion without her cell phone, and Steen took the opportunity to look for more evidence in the cell phone. Finally, he found what he was looking for in one of her cell phones.
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"SHUT UP! DON'T TALK NONSENSE IN MY HOUSE!" Kate immediately shouted at Peter, but even her voice sounded unsteady as she looked nervous as hell. Her voice was shaking, her pupils were trembling, and even her breathing was ragged. All eyes suddenly fell on the blonde woman, and it was finally Stefan who opened his mouth to respond to the woman, "Are you sure what he said was just nonsense?" Stefan also looked surprised after hearing what Peter had just said, but he still had time to ask the woman that question. At this moment, the woman no longer glared at the kneeling man, and instead, she stiffly shifted her gaze to Stefan. Stefan was her husband, and he was known for his strict and assertive personality. Many people were afraid of him, even Kate was afraid of him before they got married years ago. But today she somehow looked scared again when she had to face the old man even if the man was her spouse. “D-don't listen to what that
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Steen had revealed everything. He had disclosed how Vivian and Elena were actually part of a family living far away from Haston City, but Elena was kidnapped by Lily and her husband two decades ago. At that time, the twins' parents died in a car accident, and little Vivian was found by a couple after the incident, and she was raised by the couple into adulthood. Steen deliberately did not mention how Sarah had purposely taken Vivian as her daughter instead of returning the child to her relatives, nor did he mention the name of the family Vivian and Elena came from. He didn't think that the information was necessary, and that's why he kept it a secret. And maybe Stefan really didn't need that information, and the story Steen had just uncovered had shocked the old man enough. His pair of eyes widened as he looked at the twins, but he still didn't say anything as he still couldn't overcome his shock. Steen could see how his father was stunned by
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It was Marlon who had just entered the mansion, but this time he was not alone. His hand was holding another person's arm, and that person's hands were tied with a rope behind his back. After arriving at the living room, Marlon forced the person to kneel in front of the five people. One person looked confident after seeing the person's appearance in the living room, while three other people looked shocked and confused, then one person looked scared as her eyes widened when she saw the person who had just arrived in the living room with Marlon. "So, he's the person, Marlon?" It was Steen who looked confident upon seeing the person's arrival in the living room, and although his question was directed at Marlon, his eyes were glued to the figure kneeling in front of him. “Yes, sir,” Marlon immediately answered his boss's question. “His name is Peter Ford, and he works in a bar in town. He's the one who posted that anonymous article about you, sir.”
