TimeNovelChapter 1211:
His heart raced as he answered the call. “Miss Harper, the job is done. Do you need anything else?”
Rosie's tone was steady yet commanding. “You're about to be beaten up and interrogated. If they ask you who
told you to leak that photo, stick to the story. Say you were coerced. Say you received a call threatening your
family.
Understood? Remember the details | shared...”
Her instructions flowed for several minutes, each word deliberate.
Terry's nerves unraveled after he ended the call. After all, he was about to be beaten up.
His hands trembled as he grabbed his shopping bag, filled with takeout to celebrate a generous payment
received earlier.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter he locked his car, the garage was swallowed by darkness, its lights extinguished in a heartbeat.
Before he could reach for his phone's light, a searing beam pierced the shadows.
Shielding his eyes, Terry discerned five figures in black hoodies and masks, each holding an iron club.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Terry's voice quavered, though he had braced for trouble.
Sensing their malevolent intent, Terry instinctively retreated. After a few steps, he collided with an unseen
obstacle. Whirling around, he was confronted by more figures clad in hoodies and masks, closing in behind him.
Without a moment's warning, they descended upon Terry, unleashing a relentless barrage of blows with clubs,
fists, and boots.
Terry's screams echoed through the garage until the onslaught finally stopped, leaving him unable to move.
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“Who paid you to leak Miss Wilson’s photo?” a voice demanded, sharp as a blade.
From a nearby car, Gracie observed the scene, her phone recording every second.
Her resolve was ironclad. She would secure evidence against Brenna. Writhing in agony, Terry confessed,
“Brenna. She paidtwo million and also toldto vanish abroad after doing that.”
The leader of the masked figures landed a vicious kick on Terry. “No lies! Show us proof!”
Grimacing, Terry gestured to his phone. “Check my phone—the call logs, the transfers, they are all there. I'm
telling the truth.”
A triumphant glint sparked in Gracie’s eyes as she recorded the scene. “Finally, sevidence. Brenna, you will
pay for this.”
Gracie could hardly contain her satisfaction with how the day had ended. As she watched the recorded video,
she imagined the police arriving to take Brenna away in handcuffs.
When she got home, the first thing she did was pick up her phone and dial Rosie.
“I finally have proof this time. | am going to report Brenna and make sure she pays for what she did!” Gracie's
excitement cthrough loud and clear.
Lounging comfortably in her bathtub, Rosie maintained her composure and smiled with quiet confidence. “You
can’t do that,” she replied.
Confusion flashed across Gracie’s face, and her tone grew louder. “Why not? | have all the evidence | need.
There's no way Brenna can walk away from this.”
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