Chapter 416
Kylie hid in the wardrobe, patient as a hunter lying in wait for her prey. What she didn’t realize was that she was the one being hunted.
The hotel manager and staff patiently waited for Shermaine to return, planning to call the police only after she confirmed whether any valuables were missing.
Strangely enough, when they checked the surveillance footage, hoping to spot the thief, there wasn’t a single trace of anyone suspicious. Clearly, this was the work of a seasoned professional – someone who knew exactly how to hide from the cameras.
Shermaine was back within 15 minutes.
She was dressed in an effortless casual style, wearing an oversized, solid pink sweatshirt paired with black hot pants, black mid-calf combat boots, and a beret perched just right. The whole look was sharp and confident, with a hint of cool allure.
However, what truly turned heads was her radiant complexion and breathtaking beauty, particularly her long, slender legs. She looked like a masterpiece hand-sculpted by the heavens themselves.
Shermaine gave the room a quick, casual once-over, then turned to the hotel manager and staff. “Nothing’s missing,”
The manager thought, ‘Huh? Nothing at all?’ Then, just to be sure, he asked again, “Are you sure, Ms. Jean?”
Shermaine nodded.
The manager added, “Even though nothing seems to be missing, I still think we should call the police, just to be safe.”
“No need for that,” Shermaine replied coolly. “This doesn’t concern you, and I have it under control. Just have housekeeping come back to clean in an hour.”
The manager thought, ‘This is definitely not a regular theft. Rich people always have some messy business going on. Best we don’t get too involved.”
Since Shermaine clearly wasn’t budging, the manager could only agree to beef up security on her floor to prevent any further incidents.
After seeing the manager and the others out, Shermaine closed the door behind them and deliberately locked it from the inside.
After that, Shermaine stretched casually, acting as if she had no idea Kylie was hiding in the wardrobe. She walked into the room, picked up the jacket she’d left out that morning, and made a show of hanging it up in the closet.
The wardrobe door swung open, and Kylie immediately made a grab for Shermaine’s throat. But Shermaine simply leaned back, calmly took a step back, then feigned a look of mild surprise. “Kylie? It’s you.”
For the first time, Shermaine was genuinely impressed with her own acting because Kylie didn’t suspect a thing. In fact, Kylie looked downright smug at Shermaine’s feigned surprise. “Shermaine, you never thought I’d come back for revenge, did you?”
“I totally didn’t expect that.” Shermaine paused before adding sarcastically, “Someone who was supposed to be paralyzed is now alive and kicking right in front of me.”
Of course, Kylie wasn’t about to spill the truth. She let out a sneer, “You don’t need to know. I’ve suffered because of you, and now, it’s your turn.”
Kylie thought, ‘I won’t kill Shermaine, but I’ll make her feel what it’s like to be crippled too. If Joshua ever finds out, it’ll break his heart.' At that thought, fury blazed in her eyes, and her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles cracked.
Shermaine just smiled faintly.
Kylie frowned. Something about Shermaine’s smile felt off, but she brushed it aside. She thought, ‘I’m a cyborg now. One punch from me, and she’s done for.’
Shermaine didn’t try to take Kylie head-on; instead, she sidestepped. Kylie’s fist smashed into the wall, punching a crater about an inch deep.
Shermaine arched a brow. “Someone’s gotten stronger.”
Kylie switched hands and came at her again. Punch after punch, craters bloomed across the wall like a shotgun blast – but not a single hit landed on Shermaine.
“If you’ve got the guts, stop dodging!” Kylie snapped.
“Should I just stand here and let you hit me?” Shermaine chuckled knowingly. “Do I look like an idiot to you?”