Chapter: 961

Susan's career. Becky took a deep breath, and suddenly, her phone rang.

It was a call from a reporter. And of course, he called to ask about the footage.

While Becky was busy thinking about how to clean this mess up,

Susan's entire staff was bombarded by calls.

The villa was in shambles and people were arguing on social media.

The person who started all of this was standing in front of a villa, verifying the number on it.

Rachel dialed Clara's number, but there was no answer. She had no choice but to go look for Clara instead. After that, she eventually found the villa. This villa had a unique design that set it apart from other villas. In comparison, this one had a more luxurious design.

However, this villa was so remote that even if it appeared to be different, Rachel couldn't find it right away.

She looked down and examined the allergy medicine in her hand, hoping she hadn't come too late.

Rachel walked up the steps and was about to ring the doorbell, only to find that the door was unlocked. The surrounding area was a little dark, with only the dim light illuminating the whole entrance.

She rang the doorbell again, but no one answered.

Rachel frowned and clicked her tongue, contemplating whether or not to call Clara again.

If she went inside, there could be another trap. After all, she became more cautious after what happened to Susan just now, but Riley needed her medicine as soon as possible. Now that Susan was busy enough with her own scandal, she shouldn't have any more time to set

Rachel up again.

Rachel felt it was okay to go, so she pushed the door open and walked right in.

"Clara? Riley?" As Rachel stepped in, she turned all the lights in the hallway on. The interior decoration of the living room could be seen plainly under the light of the hallway. Noticing that the light on the second floor was on, she guessed that Clara and Riley might be in there.

After thinking for a while, Rachel lowered her guard and climbed upstairs.

Bang!

Something fell on the carpet with a dull sound.

Looking in the direction the voice came from, Rachel called out, “Who is it? Show yourself!"

There was no answer.

Rachel frowned as her eyes surveyed the living room. She reached for the switch to turn on the light. It was then that she heard footsteps coming towards her from behind.

Her heart beat fast. She turned around, picked the vase near her, and threw it at the direction of the footsteps.

Pak!

The vase broke into pieces.