Chapter 143
The comments section blew up below the news. I’ve done a comparison using some software, and it’s definitely Alexander’s girlfriend. Check out these photos—the side profiles are spot on. The car shape and that red mole behind her ear? Same!
[This news keeps getting buried. Every time it climbs to the top, it drops right back down. Someone doesn’t want this to blow up.]
[Latest update says that two nights ago, Madalyn got a call in the hotel’s back garden. Then she put on her hat and left alone, heading towards the Shoreline Shrine. It was drizzling that afternoon, so the surveillance cameras didn’t catch her clearly. They only saw her enter a small forest, and she never came out. The deceased was dressed just like Madalyn that day.]
The police’s first conclusion is that the deceased is Madalyn Acevedo. They think she might have committed suicide. What do you think?
[It’s over. If a tourist dies there, and there’s no solid evidence of foul play, they will just chalk it up to suicide. Wasn’t that how that hotel death case got closed last month?]
The mocking comments kept rolling in.
[I told you, the women at the bottom who want to climb up and become a rich lady—it never ends well for them.]
[She was stunning. Wouldn’t it have made more sense to find a decent job or marry a guy with just enough cash? Why poke the bear with the Moran family and the Powell family? Now she’s gone for nothing.]
Someone chimed in: [Do you think the Moran family or the Powell family had anything to do with this?]
[Word is that Anabel secretly called Madalyn in while Alexander was on a business trip. Madalyn moved out of her apartment the next day, quit her job, and flew overseas to lie low.]
Avery sighed as she scrolled through the comments. Surviving in a wealthy family was no joke. After thinking for a minute, she shot a message to Alexander: