Chapter 125

Not long after, Clara’s neatly dressed outfit was torn to shreds, pieces scattered all over the floor.

From inside the room came her desperate, heart-wrenching screams.

Helen stood outside the door, grinning with sick satisfaction.

Soon after, Daisy and the others walked out, leaving Clara all alone inside.

Helen didn’t hesitate—she grabbed a key and locked the door tight.

Stupid brat. She dared to embarrass little Luna in public? Time to teach her a lesson.

Meanwhile, Daisy grabbed Clara’s phone. Seeing it vibrating nonstop, she rolled her eyes, powered it off, and left it on the floor outside the door.

Over at the Ashbourne Manor, Lilah closed her laptop with a loud snap after yet another failed call.

Something’s definitely wrong with Clara.

Without missing a beat, she rushed downstairs, shouted for the driver, then made a beeline for the Dawson estate.

Back at the Dawson house, loud DJ music was blasting through the hall