Sylphiette panicked when she saw the two well-built bodyguards walking towards her, with serious
expressions on their faces.
She stammered, “What do you want?”
One of the bodyguards responded, “Please cooperate with us. We are just following orders and won’t
go easy on you just because you’re a woman.”
“What are you trying to do to me? Don’t you know I’m Evan’s…”
“Little shit, it was Mr. Seet who ordered us to do this. Come with us!”
Sylphiette screamed and struggled against their grip but to no avail. In no time, the bodyguards brought
her away to an empty room.
There, Sheila called for a few servants and ordered, “Strip her until she is completely naked.”
“Yes, Miss,” the servants responded obediently.
Watching four strong servants walking towards herself, Sylphiette frantically backed away, with fear
written across her face.
She begged, “Don’t come near, please…”
“You asked for it and wanted to do this the hard way,” Sheila scolded.
“Ah!” Sylphiette yelled and tried to resist fervently as the servants vigorously tugged her clothes off.
However, the more she struggled, the more forceful the servants were.
Against four servants, she was outnumbered. As such, while she wailed in fright, her clothes were torn
off, piece by piece. They even took her undergarments off.
In the end, she was left naked. She shrunk into a corner, with her arms tightly wrapping around herself.
Traumatized by what just happened, her eyes widened with fear.
“Alright, are you ready to talk?” Sheila walked to Sylphiette and condescendingly stared down at her.
Trembling, Sylphiette raised her head and shot a sharp gaze in Sheila’s direction. It was full of hatred
for that woman.
She spat, “Who gave you the right to do this to me?”
“I have the right because you are a liar. Mr. Seet wants us to reveal your true self and find out who you
were trying to impersonate. Is this reason good enough for you?”
Evan is the one who ordered her to do this?
Sylphiette could not wrap her head around it.
“No, that’s impossible. I want to talk to Evan. Let me see him.”
“For goodness sake, wake up! For the past few days, Mr. Seet has been residing at the Hillside Villa,
and that should be a good indicator that he does not want to see you.
He never liked you but still treated you well because you pretended to be someone he cared for very
much. Do you think he will continue to treat you well or even be bothered about your existence now
that he knows you are an impersonator? Obviously not! He probably thinks you are better off dead!”
Sylphiette gasped and instantaneously crouched down. “No, I am not a liar. I did nothing wrong…”
Although she repeatedly denied the accusations, she could barely conceal her guilty conscience, and it
was written all over her face.
“At this point, if you don’t confess the truth, I will sell this information to the press and even throw in
some juicy pictures. I am sure that will destroy your reputation.” While Sheila spoke, she pulled her
phone out and pointed the camera at Sylphiette.
Desperate, Sylphiette tried to cover her face.
Sheila warned, “If you don’t cooperate, I will ask the two bodyguards from earlier to help me with these
photos.”
“No, stop!” Sylphiette pleaded.
“If you want to protect your reputation and pride, tell me the truth!” Sheila demanded.
Sylphiette was in a fix. She fearfully looked at the two bodyguards who just pushed the doors open,
and she clenched her fists.
There is no other way out for me now. Even if I remain silent, I will not be able to capture Evan’s heart
and will risk losing my reputation.
At a loss, she spilled the truth.
Half an hour later, Sheila happily brought the recording she took down to Davin.
She said, “It worked this time. That woman only confessed because we pushed her to her wits’ end. If
only I knew that this method would work, I would not have wasted all my time and effort talking to her
previously.”
Davin glanced at her, then immediately took her phone and listened to the recording.
After listening to it, he gave her a thumbs up.
Sheila grinned. “Are you praising me? Well, you should be because I have helped you quite a bit.”
“No, it’s not me, but Evan, you’ve helped. Just wait till I let him know about this, and he will surely
praise you for it.”
With that, Davin pulled out his phone and called Evan.
Sheila pouted. She wanted Davin’s approval and not Evan’s. Will it hurt him to praise me? Hmph.
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