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Chapter 1169
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With that, Anika stood and headed upstairs.
“Anika, are you alright?” Marcel hurried after her, worry written all over his face.
” Katie, did I say something that upset Marcel?” Elva asked, her eyes glued to Marcel’s retreating figure as jealousy flared inside her.
“How could that be?” Katie replied, though she was secretly irritated by Marcel’s concern for Anika. She sighed and said, “Anika simply has no manners. How could she compare to you? What a shame p>
Katie couldn’t understand why her son had fallen for a woman who was several years older than him. On top of that, she had heard rumors that Anika had been in a relationship before. How could Anika possibly measure up to Elva?
Ever since Candace escaped from prison and relocated to a small rented apartment overseas, she had been living in comfort, supported by the generous funds Heather provided. She shouldn’t have had to worry about anything for years.
However, Rupert and Annabel’s names were making waves both at home and abroad. News of their upcoming engagement spread rapidly across social media and drew heavy media attention.
While casually scrolling online, Candace came across the news about Rupert and Annabel’s engagement. A wave of discomfort washed over her. How could Annabel still be by Rupert’s side? Wasn’t she supposed to be the one standing beside him?
Candace pressed her lips into a tight line, her expression darkening. As she scrolled through the comments, the public’s congratulations only intensified her unease. The jealousy that had been simmering inside her now roared, nearly consuming her whole.
Her face twisted with nerves and anger. Instinctively, Candace grabbed the phone beside her and found Ellis’s number in her contacts.
Rupert had become her obsession. As long as he and Annabel lived happily together, Candace would remain only a shadow of her former self.
But she had managed to escape prison, and Heather couldn’t help her return to Douburgh. That left only one option: Ellis.
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Candace’s fingers hovered for a moment. Then, gritting her teeth, she dialed his number.
After four or five rings, the call connected. Ellis’s voice came through, distant and formal. “Hello. Who is this p>
Candace drew two steady breaths, gathering her courage. “Hello, Ellis. It’s me p>
“Candace?” Ellis paused. Disgust flashed across his face, followed by a sneer. He had assumed she would die somewhere after her escape—never to be seen or heard from again.
He ground his teeth, veins throbbing at his temples, and replied with impatient sarcasm, “You’re still alive p>
Candace clenched her teeth, forcing herself to stay calm as she softened her tone. “I’m calling because I need your help. I want to return to Douburgh p>
“Douburgh?” Ellis’s voice rose sharply. He had no intention of hiding his contempt any longer. In his eyes, Candace sounded completely unhinged.
If he hadn’t left the engagement ceremony quickly enough—and arranged for someone else to handle everything connected to the Benton Group—he might have ended up in jail along with her.