MainNovelBefore long, Will showed up with a tow truck. The tow truck hitched Finnian's car and hauled it away, while Will drove both of them to the club.
Just then, Amara's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and quickly answered, "Ely? Where are you now?" "I'm home," cElysia's weary voice. "Are you out somewhere?" Hearing that Elysia was home, Amara felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Yeah, I'm out. Are you at your own place?" "Yes, Dorian's here too. You should cover." Elysia seemed too exhausted to talk more; after those few words, she hung up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe car was silent, and Finnian had heard Elysia's voice through the call. He turned to Will, "Turn around, we're heading to Dorian's place." In no time, they pulled up at Dorian's house. The butler and a couple of staff were busy cleaning the living room, which was mostly tidied up, including the removal of a bloodstain. Elysia and Dorian sat on separate couches, ignoring each other completely.
Elysia was massaging her temples, eyes closed, looking utterly worn out. Dorian, on the other hand, appeared grim, furiously tapping away on his phone.
As soon as Amara and Finnian walked in, both Elysia and Dorian looked up. Amara rushed over to Elysia, taking her hand. "Ely, what happened? Whose blood was that?" Elysia didn't have a single scratch on her, so it wasn't hers. Sure enough, Elysia let out a sarcastic laugh. "That would be Jessica Bishop's." Amara blinked in surprise. "What on earth happened?" Elysia's gaze was icy as she recounted the events in a few curt sentences.
Apparently, that afternoon, Elysia had finished her errands early and returned home, only to find Jessica lounging on her balcony in nothing but a slinky nightgown.
Jessica's hair fell over her shoulders, and aside from the revealing gown, she wore nothing else. With a defiant look, she stared at Elysia. In that instant, Elysia nearly lost it, instinctively storming over and slapping Jessica across the face. "What the hell are you doing here, you tramp?" Why was Jessica in her living room in a nightgown? Elysia had chearlier than planned; what if she had arrived half an hour later as scheduled? Would Jessica and Dorian have fooled her completely? Jessica fell to the ground, tears immediately brimming in her eyes, casting a helpless look toward the bedroom door.
Dorian emerged with a thunderous expression. "Elysia, what are you doing?" How dare he question her? Elysia was enraged, hurling insults at both him and Jessica.
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Jessica tried to leave, feigning weakness, but Elysia lunged at her, and they ended up grappling. In the scuffle, Jessica accidentally struck something, splitting her hea@open and bleeding profusely. At that moment, Dorian truly lost it. He grabbed Elysia by the collar, his eyes wild with fury.
Though he didn't hit her, he looked dangerously close to it. Elysia was beyond furious, beyond disappointed. She slapped Dorian twice across the face and ran out.
After Elysia finished her story, Amara was seething, wishing she could glare daggers at Dorian.
Dorian, too, listened to Elysia's "You didn't account, his face what was even bother to find going on before you hit Jessica. Don't you think you were in the wrong?"
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