Chapter 1714:
He offered her one last lingering glance before striding away, the set of his shoulders rigid with determination.
Meanwhile, Brad lounged in the living room, idly popping fruit into his mouth, a quiet grin curving his lips as he
took in the chaotic scene.
Today was the third day. Tomorrow would be the last.
When Daniela turned her head, she caught Brad's sly grin—smug and unsettling.
She didn’t dignify him with a reaction, simply tossing him a bored glance before sinking onto the sofa and
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Later, once the living room had emptied and Brad had disappeared down the hall, Ethan crept over to her side,
dropping his voice to a whisper. “Daniela, I'm telling you—there’s something off about Brad.”
Annoyance still simmered beneath Daniela’s calm exterior, but she refused to lash out at anyone else. She gave
Ethan a sidelong look, eyebrows raised in silent invitation.
He pressed on, earnest and worried. “I'm not messing around. You have to trust me. We grew up together—I
know what he’s like. He didn’t write any confession, and now he’s lurking. That's not normal. He's obsessed with
money, and after losing so much, he won't let it go.”
Daniela let herself sink further into the cushions, her gaze steady but unreadable. “Got it.”
Ethan studied her, clearly wishing she’d show a little more alarm, but all he could do was sigh in frustration.
Despite everything, Daniela was still just a girl—one who rarely took advice until the fallout landed squarely on
her shoulders.
Ethan released another quiet sigh, catching a glimpse of Brad creeping into the kitchen, his movements sly and
guarded.
At that moment, the housekeeper was out fetching a package, and Cedric was in the yard, plucking lemons from
the tree.
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Ethan stepped closer, his tone sharp as he called out to Brad.
Brad jerked so hard the fruit nearly slipped from his grip. He spun around, face pinched with panic, and hissed
under his breath, “What's wrong with you? Have you lost your mind? Why are you yelling?”
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