The news of Jodie Holt being arrested quickly reached Abigail Perry’s ears.
These past few days, because she turned the tables on Daisy Ginger several times, her mood was exceptionally good, so much so that even the household servants were bewildered.
That afternoon, Abigail Perry returned from the beauty salon with a pale face.
She carried her bag, her face looking so grim that the servants at the Ginger Residence were startled, wondering if she had some sudden illness to look .
Naturally, Abigail didn’t explain to anyone and just hurried upstairs with her bag.
These days, everyone was used to her running into her room for no apparent reason, so seeing her go upstairs as usual, they didn’t pay much attention and went about their business.
Hiding in her room, Abigail, trembling, took out her phone to call William.
The phone rang three times, and Abigail’s heart pounded countless times along with it—she never thought that the three seconds waiting for a call to be answered could feel so long!
The other side picked up the phone as usual, and a smooth, magnetic voice as gentle as a siren’s softly spoke: "Hello?"
Hearing this voice, Abigail felt a lot more at ease. As long as he was there, nothing would happen; he would show her the way forward...
"Mr. William," Abigail cautiously said, "didn’t you say that by using a jammer on the camera, we wouldn’t be recorded? Why did the police still find the video?"
William lazily responded, "Maybe someone decoded it."
His tone was calm and still carried a hint of amusement, but it made Abigail feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Didn’t he say it wouldn’t be caught on camera? How could it be decoded now?
For the past few days, she had been dizzy with his words, following him blindly, and only now realized something was amiss.
"De-decode?!" Abigail couldn’t help but raise her voice tremulously, "Mr. William, how could it be decoded? I’m not blaming you, I just feel that it shouldn’t be decoded, I thought—it wouldn’t be caught on camera..."
The other side fell quiet, just like before, quietly listening to her.
But the peace and trust from before had now turned into unease and panic because of his silence.
Abigail couldn’t help but say, "Mr. William, say—say something..." Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽
William lightly laughed, "I don’t know what to say."
His laugh remained gentle, even his tone unchanged. If it weren’t for his indifferent words, Abigail might not have realized.
Her face grew anxious, she couldn’t help but say, "But, you’re the one who taught me all of this! How can you not know? Didn’t you tell me everything? Teaching shareholders, using jammers to interfere with cameras, these—weren’t these all your words?!"
A layer of cold sweat broke out in her palms. Nearly in despair, Abigail desperately hoped to hear something reassuring from this man, while he merely chuckled, his laughter making her entire body grow colder and colder.
William’s voice, deep as a cello’s string and incredibly captivating, he softly laughed, "But, I haven’t done anything. Weren’t all these things done by you?"
It was like a heavy hammer harshly smashed onto Abigail, her face turned deathly pale, stunned on the spot, almost unable to believe what she just heard!