Chapter 6: The Devil’s Blueprint
At Celeste Towers, Velmora,
The Maserati came to a sharp halt in front of the luxurious apartment complex. The security guard, upon seeing Aveline behind the wheel, immediately opened the gates without question.
Aveline barely registered anything as she drove through.
Her hands clenched the steering wheel, her breathing erratic, her mind a spiraling mess. The moment the car parked, she stumbled out, her legs feeling weaker than they should.
Restlessly riding the elevator to the twelfth floor, Aveline mercilessly began ringing the doorbell. Her face was red, not from embarrassment, but from the wreckage of emotions she was barely holding in. But her eyes...
Her eyes were dead.
When the door finally swung open, Scarlett Fournier stood there groggy, disoriented but instantly alert.
Her sharp, expressive eyes locked onto Aveline, scanning her face. Any trace of sleepiness vanished in an instant when she noted the tear stains on Aveline's cheeks.
"Linnie, what happened?" Her voice was firm, concerned. She didn't hesitate to grab Aveline's wrist and pull her inside.
The door slammed shut.
Scarlett handed her a warm cup of water, settling beside her on the couch. But she didn't force words out of Aveline. She simply waited.