Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 793:

Daniela eyed him, amusement in her gaze. “Really?”

Again, Linden nodded eagerly. “Absolutely! I am at your command. Whatever you need, I’ll do it. It’s them—they’re the threat, not me. They wanted to kill you! Ms. Harper, let me assist you with your investigation. Just, please, spare my life.”

Again, Daniela’s chuckle was soft yet chilling.

Downstairs, Natalie was engrossed with her phone, pulling up live feeds from the hotel’s room camera. Squinting, she murmured, “Where could they be?”

Elyse tilted her head, a brief frown creasing her face before quickly composing herself.

“They’re here,” Elyse murmured, pointing to the mirror’s faint reflection.

“Did Daniela tie up Linden? Who would’ve guessed she had a wild side?” Elyse sneered, a mocking smile curling on her lips.

The room was dimly lit, with shadowy figures appearing blurred and indistinct in the mirror.

Natalie strained to see more clearly, but the figures in the mirror flickered and faded, disappearing without a trace.

“Mom, do you think something might go wrong?” Natalie asked, her voice tinged with unease.

She had spent considerable time with Daniela recently and genuinely sensed that Daniela was far from an ordinary person.noveldrama

Elyse waved off her concern with a dismissive shrug. “What could go wrong? Daniela’s been hypnotized. I saw her myself, sprawled across Linden’s bed. When I left, he was already on top of her. How could that possibly be fake?”

Natalie frowned. “And Daniela didn’t react at all?”

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Elyse chuckled and said, “What reaction could she possibly have? I had to sell everything I owned just to afford that expensive hypnotist, all to ensure our plan went smoothly.”

Natalie glanced at the security feed, eyes narrowing at the empty room displayed on the screen.

“Stop obsessing over that. The camera angle is limited. They’re probably tucked away in a corner somewhere.” Elyse’s laugh was sharp, edged with something brittle.

With a careless flick of her hand, she ordered an expensive bottle of wine she couldn’t afford.

“Come on, Natalie. This might take a while. Why deny ourselves a little luxury? This bottle costs over eight hundred grand. I’ve been dying to try it.”

Elyse signaled the waiter to uncork the bottle, but Natalie reached out, stopping him. She advised, “Mom, maybe we shouldn’t rush to celebrate just yet. If something goes wrong, we won’t even be able to pay for this wine. We barely have eighty thousand left, let alone eight hundred thousand. Russell’s been breathing down our necks, demanding the rest of his payment.”

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