Chapter 221: Don’t blame me...
With slow, measured, and deliberate steps, Jessica closed the door behind her gently as she stepped into the brightly lit hallway. Her eyes scanned both ends of the corridor. As expected—no sign of Tricia. A faint knowing smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
Her expression remained indifferent as she adjusted the hem of her dress with casual elegance and headed toward one direction—the restroom.
Turning toward the restroom, she spotted Tricia rushing into one of the ladies’ rooms, her face painted in feigned distress. Jessica’s smile deepened. She didn’t need confirmation.
The scene that had just unfolded inside wasn’t surprising—Tricia’s melodramatic exit, her feigned tears, the carefully timed gasp that had drawn sympathetic glances is just a means of painting her the villain.
This she had expected from her following her attitude towards her since she arrived with Davis.
Years of experience dealing with schemers had taught her this game well and if Tricia is setting up this evening for a match, then she doesn’t mind accompanying her.
She had seen enough scheming women in her life to know that the act was far from over. It never was. Women like Tracia never left without striking twice.
She reached the restroom, her phone in hand, and pushed the slightly ajar door to open wider. Her expression was serene, indifferent. But her entrance was intentional.
Inside, the steady sound of water running echoed off the marble tiles. As Jessica stepped in, Tricia’s hand paused mid-motion over the running tap.
Her eyes met Jessica’s reflection through the mirror. The moment stretched between them. A deep scowl twisted Tracia’s face, embarrassment and fury flooding her cheeks with color.
She spun around sharply, hands clenched into trembling fists. "What are you doing here?" she snapped her voice sharp and acidic.