<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The servant hesitated to confirm the visitor’s identity. They couldn’t tell if the person in Melody’s body was truly her or Wilma.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Hearing the report, June nced at Tiffany, surprise flickering in her eyes.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Just moments ago, Tiffany confidently said there was no need to worry, as Wilma woulde to them on her own. At the time, June had been skeptical, but Wilma dide.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Composing herself, June immediately replied, “Tell her Miss Kelley won’t see her. Send her away.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In her mind, Tiffany wasn’t someone anyone could just meet at will.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Besides, for a traitor like Wilma to show up now, she must have hit a wall‘ she couldn’t climb over.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Handling such vile people required a tough stance. They had to let Wilma know she couldn’t take advantage of them.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Understood,” the servant said, retreating promptly.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meanwhile, Wilma was on the verge of panic.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After being abducted by Lorenzo’s men, she managed to escape during a moment of distraction when they were making a phone call.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Now battered and bruised, she dared not return to the vi she had been staying in, fearing those men were lying in wait. Desperate, she turned to Luna Vi, hoping Tiffany would help.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In the end, Tiffany had refused to see her.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Frantic, Wilma saw the servant about to leave and quickly grabbed her arm, pleading, “Please, let me in. I need to see Miss Kelley. I’m begging you!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The servants of Luna Vi were trained by June. They were far from ordinary. The servant brushed off Wilma’s hand and you think you can just demand to see her?” said, “Miss Kelley is a diamond among women. Do</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’m begging you,” Wilma said.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Leave now, before I have someone throw you out,” the servant replied icily before turning away.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Wilma was anxious. Unable to breach the tall iron gates, Wilma was left with least deliver a message for me.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">no choice but to lower her voice and plead, “At</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She continued, “Tell Miss Kelley I’ll never dare cross her again. Whatever she says, I’ll obey without question. I won’t act in defiance anymore. Please.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The servant ryed this message inside.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">June nced at Tiffany for a reaction. Instantly understanding her subtle expression, June instructed the servant, “Let her in.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Minutester, Wilma stepped cautiously into Luna Vi.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The brightly lit vi was nothing like the ces Wilma had lived It was an understated yet profound luxury. Everything exuded refined taste and sophistication.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But none of thatmanded as much attention as Tiffany, recliningzily on a chaise lounge in the center of it all.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Dressed in a palevender silk nightgown, Tiffany’s wless skin seemed to glow. She leaned on one arm, watching televisionzily. Her neck, elegantly defined corbones, and everything about her was stunning.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Even the aura she emitted was one of majesty, a quiet yet imposing presence that demanded respect.</font></font>
Wilma bit her lip as she approached Tiffany, step by step.
She said, “Miss Kelley, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have let greed blind me. I shouldn’t have betrayed you for fleeting riches, shouldn’t have feigned loyalty while going against your orders.”
Her voice trembled, and she was shy of falling to her knees.
Standing nearby, June couldn’t help but look at Wilma with disdain.
Wilma inherentlycked in ss. Despite wearing Melody’s beautiful face and stunning figure, she remainedically out of ce and awkward.
She was like a poor imitation.
When Tiffany remained silent for a long time, Wilma couldn’t help but nce up nervously and call out again, “Miss KelleyAll content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.
Tiffany yawnedzily, as though she’d only just registered Wilma’s presence, and asked nonchntly, “What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? Speak.”
Wilma replied, “I… I was kidnapped.”
Wilma gestured to her bruises and scrapes, some of which were so severe they had stripped awayyers of skin. Dirt and gri were embedded in her wounds, leaving her pale and on the verge of fainting.
Yet she forced herself to recount every detail of her abduction that night. She pleaded, “Miss Kelley, please help me!”
Tiffany raised an eyebrow, her expression amused. “Do you remember the terms we agreed upon?”
When Wilma had been hired, she’d signed a contract with explicit conditions. After switching bodies, she was to follow Tiffany’s everymand without question, even if it meant switching back immediately.
As a reward, Tiffany would give her a considerablemission uponpletion of their arrangement.
Yet, astonishingly, Wilma had reneged on the agreement the very first day after the swap.
A person who betrayed would probably do it again.
Tiffany’s smile wasced with mockery. “And why should I help you? So you can turn around and betray me again as soon as you’re out of trouble?”
“I won’t. I swear I won’t!” Wilma shook her head desperately.
Her greed for wealth, beauty, and status was undeniable. But her fear of death far outweighed her desires.
If Tiffany refused to protect her, it was only a matter of time before Lorenzo’s men–found her again. Once captured, she’d undoubtedly be forced to swap back into her old body.
Melody, burning with rage, would tear her apart. Wilma knew she wouldn’t even have the chance to plead for her life.
Returning to Tiffany’s side was her only hope. Not only would she survive, but she could still walk away with the promised 200 thousand dors.
With that kind of money, she could easily afford cosmetic surgery to achieve the look she desired. She didn’t want to risk it when there was still a path to safety.
Wilma pledged her loyalty. “Miss Kelley, I was blinded by greed and broke our agreement. From now on, I’ll honor mymitment. Whatever youmand, even if it’s the most dangerous task, I’ll obey without hesitation!”
Tiffany gave her a sidelong nce, her tone dripping with indifference. “Are you sure?”
Wilma replied, “If I’m lying, you can do anything to me!”
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Tiffany said, “Alright then. The first thing I want you to do is turn yourself in.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">That very night, after leaving Luna Vi, Wilma got into a car and headed straight to the nearest police stan.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She remained inside for about two hours. No one knew what she did during that time.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meanwhile, parked on a shadowy side street near the police station, several of Lorenzo’s men sat waiting in a car, growing increasingly impatient.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">One of them grumbled, “Damn it. We let our guard down, and she managed to slip away. She’s probably reporting us to the cops right now.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">If the police got involved, it would be much harder to get her back.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">But Melody couldn’t wait any longer.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Gripping Lorenzo’s arm tightly, she asked desperately, “Why haven’t you brought her back yet? Do something!” She couldn’t stand her current ugly face for another second.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">care how you Lorenzo scowled, crushing his cigarette underfoot. He barked, “Move faster. I don’t do it, get her out!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yes!” The men were just about to step out of the car when they saw Wilma exiting the police station.</font></font>