MainNovelChapter 560
Layla heard the distinct click of the door locking behind Leonardo, and the heavy weight pressing against her
chest finally eased.
"Yvonne, I'm sorry this had to happen, but don't blme..." she murmured. A sly smile crept onto her face.
"Best friends are supposed to help each other out, aren't they?"
Layla and Yvonne had been friends since childhood, but deep down, Layla had always felt like she was living in
Yvonne's shadow.
To everyone else, Yvonne was the flawless rich girl. But Layla knew better. Beneath that polished, gentle facade
lay a cruel, calculating heart.
From the very beginning, Yvonne had manipulated her-isolating her from others, orchestrating situations where
Layla was ostracized, only to swoop in and play the
hero.
It had taken Layla years to piece it all together.
Yvonne had never seen her as an equal, much less a true friend. She'd treated her more like a servant. She often
tossed out scraps of kindness for her own benefit.
Back in school, Layla had no choice but to rely on Yvonne's social status to survive.
But now? Out here in the real world, Layla didn't need Yvonne's charity anymore.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTo Layla, their so-called friendship was worth far less than the 40 thousand Leonardo had promised her.
And besides, if Yvonne ended up tangled in a serious scandal, wouldn't that mean Yvonne and the entire
Henderson family would forever be under her control?
The idea of Yvonne being forced to bow her head for once made Layla's smile stretch wider.
Without another thought, she slipped downstairs into the noisy, bustling bar. Her eyes scanned the crowd of
patrons. Then, she approached a young man who caught her eye.
She struck up a light conversation, and after a few exchanges, they cto an unspoken understanding.
Minutes later, they left the bar together, walking side by side to a budget hotel just next door.
At the stime, Yolanda's taxi pulled up in front of the bar.
Winnie had sent her the location, but Yolanda had no idea where Yvonne was, or if she'd already been taken
somewhere else.
After stepping out of the car, Yolanda used her phone to track Yvonne's device.
The signal showed it was in the budget hotel next door. Yet, when she checked the nearby street surveillance
cameras, there was no footage of Yvonne entering the hotel.
That meant Yvonne was still somewhere inside the bar.
Yolanda headed inside. Her sharp gaze swept over the bar's layout as she made her way upstairs.
It was peak hour, and the place was buzzing with music and chatter.
The staff and patrons were engrossed in their own worlds, making it easy for Yolanda-who was just an
unassuming, ordinary-looking girl-to slip through unnoticed.
The second floor was lined with private rooms, and the soundproofing was excellent. Checking them one by one
would take too long and might even alert the wrong people.
Having just left the Hendersons' household and enjoyed a few quiet days, Yolanda was determined to avoid
unnecessary trouble. Her only goal was to find Yvonne, get her out of there, and take her to the hospital.
With that in mind, she decided to take a more indirect approach.
Her eyes landed on a fire alarm at the end of the hallway. A fire extinguisher sat just beneath it. Without a
moment's hesitation, she picked up the extinguisher and smashed the alarm button.
The fire alarm blared instantly.
Yolanda quickly ducked behind a large potted tree in the hallway.
It didn't take long for the private room doors to fly open as startled guests burst into the corridor. Swere
visibly disheveled.
She watched carefully as they stumbled past and hurried downstairs in a rush. Her attention soon shifted to the
end of the hallway.
Within minutes, the second-floor guests had mostly evacuated. Only the door at the very end of the corridor
remained shut.
Either the room was empty, or whoever she was looking for was still inside.
Downstairs, chaos erupted because of the fire alarm. A few moments later, several staff members in uniform
ccharging up the stairs.
When they reached the second floor and saw the untouched hallway and shattered fire alarm glass, curses
spilled from their lips as they headed toward the last closed door at the end of the hallway.
"Mr. Singer! Mr. Singer, are you in there?"
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