Chapter 97 – A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love

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Her words, though, as intimidating as they sounded, had somewhat challenged the authority of Mr. Guajardo. She seemed to have overdone it.

Jessanna wailed immediately. “Just listen to her, Halston. Miss Ellsworth is going to kill me. You must save me!”

Everyone thought that Halston, as the father of the child, would protect Jessanna no matter what.

However, the stony–faced man said calmly. “In that case, you should cooperate and go to the police station.”

Flossie was stunned.

She hadn’t expected Halston to be willing to turn his back on his own family. If she remembered correctly, he had been very protective of Jessanna before this, despite the obvious fact of her being a two– faced bitch. He treated her like a fragile flower. touching it gingerly in fear of damaging it instead of holding it tight.

Had he gotten tired of Jessanna so quickly?

‘Tsk. The attention span of a man really is worse than a child’s! It was the right decision to divorce him!‘ Flossie thought as she quietly celebrated her correct choice.

When the two policemen saw Halston’s stance, they stopped hesitating and slapped the handcuffs on Jessanna’s hands.

“Let go of me! Don’t touch me!” Jessanna cried emotionally as she begged. “Halston. I’m innocent! Believe me! Tell them to release me! The baby will be terrified! You can ignore me, but don’t ignore the baby!”

Halston furrowed his brows, his cold face not twitching the slightest as he said, “Take her away!”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Guajardo. It’s a routine taking of statements. We won’t make things difficult for Ms. Ximenez.”

Having said that, the two policemen escorted Jessanna to the police cruiser.

Though the car had long driven off. Jessanna’s ghostly cries could still be heard.

Flossie watched the cruiser fade into the distance and let out a long sigh. She never expected things to turn out this way. She had only wanted to retrieve her quilt and not send Jessanna to the police station.

After all, Jessanna was still a pregnant woman. If anything happened to her, wouldn’t the blame fall on Flossie?

“What’s wrong with you, Halston? Couldn’t you tell that I was simply exaggerating? Why did you actually let the police take her away?” Flossie groaned as she rubbed her forehead to stave off the oncoming headache.

With a troubled look, she continued gravely, “Even if you really do have a secret crush on me, you don’t have to make such sacrifices. Jessanna is pregnant with your child, and if anything happens to her, don’t come looking for me!”

Halston was speechless in the face of Flossie’s words and actions. Why hadn’t he ever known how shameless and foolish this woman was?

In his memory. Flossie had been a budding white flower. A timid, soft–spoken woman, she’d surely blush whenever she looked at him.

She now carried herself proudly like a queen, displaying an image that was hard for him to comprehend.

He suddenly thought of a saying: the first response of falling in love was to feel inferior.

Did that mean… that Flossie really no longer loved him?

Because she didn’t love him anymore, was that why she felt free to be herself?

With that conclusion swimming in his mind, Halston’s heart clenched, and he felt awfully uncomfortable.

Flossie glanced around for a moment, and when she couldn’t find what she was looking for, started to complain, “Ugh. I couldn’t find my stuff in the first place, and you had to send away the one person who knew where it was. It’ll be even harder to find now.”

Halston came out of his thoughts and coldly asked, “What are you looking for?”

“I’m looking for my suitcase. There’s something very important inside,” Flossie replied, then let out a long sigh.

It seemed like she would have to look for it herself.

The entire villa spanned an area of hundreds of square feet, and finding a small box would certainly be almost impossible.

Halston crossed his arms and watched the woman go about looking for it. He didn’t say a word and simply shook his head as she shuffled around.

What a damn stubborn woman! What exactly was in the box? Was it worth the trouble she was going through?

Thus, unable to stand the sight of Flossie trundling around like a headless chicken, he summoned all the staff in the villa to help her look for it.

With the abundant manpower at their disposal, they scoured all four floors of the villa, its surrounding gardens, and even under the carpets, but they couldn’t find anything.

“Did Jessanna dump it somewhere outside?” Flossie wondered out loud as she rubbed her chin, thinking about this possibility.

Suddenly, a young maid came up, gasping for breath as she huffed, “I I–I found it…! It… It’s just that it scared me a little!”

Flossie, overjoyed, hurriedly asked, “Well, where is it? Hurry up and bring it to me!”

The young maid looked fearful and stammered, “M–ma’am, your suitcase was in the basement. It’s… well, it’s best if you see for yourself!”

“What? In the basement?” Flossie parroted, caught between laughter and tears at the revelation.

They had exerted so much effort to search the entire villa, yet they overlooked where it would most likely be.

How absurd was that?

However, judging from the maid’s expression, Flossie didn’t think things were that simple. Heading downstairs, she went to the basement.

Halston frowned, and he followed the woman silently.

The Guajardo villa basement was two floors below the ground floor, led by long, winding spiral stairs. Having mainly served as a refuge during the catastrophe of the Great War, the airflow could have been better, and the place was dark. Usually, no one would come down here.

When he reached the basement door, he noted it was slightly open. A dark, red light emanated inside, giving off an eerie feeling.

“I–it’s inside…!” the young maid stuttered as she stood outside, not daring to go in.

Flossie also noticed the weird scene, but she had already lived in this villa for four years, and there was nothing here that she was afraid of. She pushed the door and went in without hesitation.

“Ahh!”

The scene before her was so bizarre that she couldn’t help but scream in fear as she stumbled backward, almost tripping and falling on her butt.

“The hell are you yelling for?!”

Halston had reached out to hold Flossie’s stick–like waist in a tight grip, and his broad chest against her back gave her a sense of security.

Flossie jerked her head up, and her frightened eyes turned to meet the man’s indifference.

‘When did he come up behind me? He was as silent as a ghost!”

She tried to calm herself before pointing to the strange items littered around the basement and asking, “Who made these things? Don’t you think they’re scary?!”

Halston looked around the basement with cold eyes before nodding. “Yes. They are quite scary indeed.”

The large basement glowed eerily with the dark red lights surrounding it, and several bizarre–looking rag dolls were lying on the ground. The dolls were all dressed like Flossie! Some had missing hands, some had broken legs, and some even had silver needles sticking out of them!

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