Once the auction commenced, I slipped away, navigating the hallways toward his private office. Dr. Chelsea had told me there might be something valuable hidden inside—something that could expose him.
The room was pristine, too perfectly arranged. My pulse hammered as I rifled through drawers, scanning files. There had to be proof, something tangible—
Footsteps.
I froze, ducking behind a curtain just as the door creaked open.
"You told me she was dead!" a woman’s voice hissed.
Janette. His assistant.
"You swore Kelsey was gone, Gabriel! This isn’t possible! There’s no way she survived!"
My lungs seized. She was talking about me.
"Lower your damn voice," Gabriel snapped. "Do you want someone to overhear?"
"We planned everything! The explosion should've killed her! Why haven’t they found the body?" Janette’s tone was sharp, accusatory.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
It wasn’t an accident.
Gabriel exhaled in frustration. "She’s dead. That’s all that matters."
Janette scoffed. "You better pray you’re right. If anyone finds out—"
Their voices faded as they left, but I didn’t move. My nails dug into my palms.
He tried to kill me.
They both did.
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