Chapter 383:

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The individual who had sent her the photos had challenged her and, finally, sealed her off, depriving her of the chance to ascertain the truth.

Stella felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness, and her thoughts grew muddled. Her mind was consumed with images of Matthew in the arms of another woman, so much so that she didn’t even notice Farris approaching her.

In the end, Farris called out to her. «Stella, what’s wrong with you? Why do you look troubled?»

Startled, she looked up and their eyes locked, gradually restoring her focus.

She offered him a forced smile and said, «I’m okay. Dr. Barnes, you’re working so late. Still on duty?»

«Yes, I’m on the night shift tonight,» Farris confirmed without inquiring further.

«I see. You can carry on with your work.»

As she made to leave, Farris stopped her. «Stella…»

Turning to face him, she looked at him with a puzzled expression. «Is there something else?»

Farris, aware of the rumors circulating online, probed cautiously, «Stella, are the online reports true? Are you really married?»

The mere mention of it brought back the fury she had momentarily suppressed.

Her face darkened, and her tone turned bitterly unhappy as she replied, «Yes, but my husband is dead.»

In a luxurious hotel room, Matthew sat on the sofa, his shirt partially unbuttoned.

He gazed up, struggling to focus, and saw a blurry figure moving before him.

Just now in the box, his wine seemed to have been mixed with something, and he became unconscious after consuming only a glass.

Fernando had aided him in reaching this hotel. After sending him to the room, Fernando had returned to the private room and continued to help him with his social activities. Matthew had no impression of the rest.

The woman examined the photos of their encounter with a pleased grin. Unbeknownst to her, Matthew had regained some of his clarity. As she prepared to depart, she suddenly contemplated an alternative course of action.

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Alex had instructed her to create intimate images with Matthew and send them to Stella.

She had fulfilled her mission.

However, the thought of Matthew, the heir to Seamarsh’s wealthiest family, being at her disposal while he remained incapacitated seemed like an opportunity not to be missed.

Even if she couldn’t ultimately marry him, she believed she could extract a generous sum from him. And if not that, the prospect of an intimate encounter with such a captivating man was still appealing.

Excitement pulsed through her as she dropped her bag and advanced toward Matthew, her fingers working to undo the belt around his waist.

«Who put you up to this?»

The moment the woman’s fingers grazed Matthew’s belt, a chilling voice reverberated from above her.

Her eyes widened in fear as she looked up to find Matthew fully awake. Her instincts screamed at her to flee.

But in an instant, Matthew’s firm grip wrapped around her wrist, immobilizing her.

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