All Chapters of You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

Vivian couldn't help but roll her eyes and ask, "What's in it for me if I do this? Even if I were to beat someone up, it would be Calista. Nikolette, we're all adults, not teenage girls in junior high. Can't we manage our frustrations through a conversation?" The thought of that incident infuriated her. NIkolette had wasted such a good opportunity like a fool. She should have started by mocking and taunting Calista before resorting to violence. She had to lure Calista in and then act as if she acted out in anger. But this fool seemed so afraid that people wouldn't understand her ulterior motives. She immediately went for the hair and ran away after pulling it. Vivian's friend was present at the time and sent her a video, nearly giving her a heart attack. At that time, she was in Apthon and needed someone to help her obtain Calista's DNA test sample. She had mentioned this to her before, so a stranger wouldn't work, as it would raise suspicion. She had two people in mind, Ya

The atmosphere turned quiet, and all eyes were on Calista, who was engrossed in her meal with her head down. Initially, some turned to look at Lucian, but it was clear he was also watching Calista, so they followed his gaze. Oh, no. She had been exposed. Calista laughed dryly under everyone’s curious gaze and said, "This is embarrassing." Lucian lowered his gaze, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips and a hint of amusement in his eyes. Now, those who had been wary of her going crazy after drinking had even less courage to offer her more alcohol.However, Calista had already drunk a lot earlier, and as time passed, the alcohol began to take effect. She rested her chin in her hand, her gaze unfocused, her face flushed, and her lips were rosy and moist. Although she was naturally beautiful, she appeared even more enchanting half-drunk. Even if she did nothing, she was a living, breathing work of art. Lucian’s eyes darkened as he sensed people stealing glances at he

Lucian didn't know who was there, but the bodyguards outside hadn't stopped anyone, and they could unlock the fingerprint lock downstairs. It was either his parents or Cade and Paul. But either way, he didn’t want any of them to witness this scene. He lowered his gaze to look at Calista. Her clothes were a bit messy, but she was still dressed. In comparison, he looked worse, with his clothes half-off and bound to the bed. As he tried to break free from the handcuffs and listened carefully to the sounds outside, the carpet muffled the footsteps, making them barely audible. The phone continued to ring incessantly, and after listening for a while, he didn't hear anything. Then he realized that he had been scammed by Hector. The handcuffs that could have been easily broken that day now seemed unbreakable, no matter how much effort he put into it.This was a real pain in the ass. "Damn you, Hector!" He couldn't help but swear, but before he could finish, Cade's voice came fro

Calista glanced at the document provided by the staff and discovered that the family member on record was Charlene Blake.She was registered as the deceased's sister, and her phone number was recorded.There wasn't much additional information in the records, so Calista snapped a photo of the document and left the office with Hugo.Calista couldn't confirm whether Charlene and Julia were the same person until June 16, the day she intended to pay her respects.Until then, she had to be careful and avoid revealing their investigation too soon. Hugo and Calista returned to their car respectively."I'll look into this woman named Julia that you mentioned. If you're not keen on going abroad, avoid traveling until we've identified the mastermind behind all this," Hugo advised.Calista agreed, "Alright, I appreciate your help."Hugo didn't head straight home but instead went to Jean's house. It was a suburban villa in a relatively new development area constructed over the past few years

Calista scanned her memory but couldn't recall any significant event associated with June 13th."Is it Father's Day? But isn't that on the third Sunday of June?" she replied.Lucian grumbled, "It's the day we got married."Calista blurted out, "Haven't we already divorced ..."Mid-sentence, Calista realized her reply might not be the most romantic thing to say in this dreamy and romantic setting. Memories of her past came flooding back.Calista was burdened with debts and confined to her home due to online harassment when she married Lucian.She couldn't even remember the exact date of their wedding since getting married had been a spontaneous decision."You remembered," Calista said.She was surprised. Calista's remark wasn't intended to be sarcastic nor to resurface old grievances.She was genuinely surprised as Lucian had never celebrated their anniversary during their three years of marriage."Of course, I remember. It's you who forgets," Lucian snorted, looking somewhat