THE RESORT MANAGER DRAGGED A BLOODIED WOMAN ACROSS THE LOBBY—HE HAD NO IDEA WHO SHE REALLY WAS
THE RESORT MANAGER DRAGGED A BLOODIED WOMAN ACROSS THE LOBBY—HE HAD NO IDEA WHO SHE REALLY WAS
The woman in white dragged me across the marble lobby as if I were nothing more than a bag of garbage.
My clothes were ripped.
Blood covered one side of my face.
Every step sent a sharp stab of pain through my ribs.
"Get this woman out of my resort!" Vanessa shouted.
Every guest turned to stare.
Every employee froze.
Not a single person recognized me.
Just eighteen hours earlier, someone had forced my car off a coastal cliff after I uncovered evidence of massive fraud tied to the Somor Group's luxury real estate empire.
I survived the crash.
I climbed out of the wreckage.
Then I walked nearly six miles through cold rain just to reach the resort.
My phone was gone.
My wallet was gone.
The only thing I had left was the badge my mother had entrusted to me years ago.
The moment I asked to speak with the head of security, Vanessa stepped forward and slapped me across the face.
"Search her bag!" she ordered the guards.
One of them yanked so hard that the strap snapped, tearing my arm open.
My badge hit the marble floor.
A security guard picked it up and frowned.
"This badge belongs to the founder's family..."
Vanessa burst into laughter.
"It's fake," she sneered. "Throw her out before she scams someone else."
Ignoring the pain, I reached for the badge and pressed the hidden emergency button built into it.
A piercing alarm echoed through the entire resort.
Every conversation stopped.
The grand reception hall fell silent.
Seconds later, a voice shouted from the balcony—
"You told us she was dead!"
Another voice answered from the crowd—
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"You said she was never part of the Somor family!"
Then everyone watched as the chairman slowly lowered the bracelet from his trembling hand...
