Chapter 592
Mara shrank back into her seat in terror. A suffocating wave of despair washed over her. How could these idiots have botched something so simple?
Wait. Her memory was hazy, but she recalled that right at the critical moment, Mira had suddenly draped her coat over Mara’s shoulders and pulled her hat down onto her head p>
And then… then someone had covered her mouth and nose, and she had blacked out.
It clicked. Mira must have known about the plan in advance.
Otherwise, how could she have predicted exactly what Mara would be wearing? Aside from swapping the coat and hat, Mira had even styled her hair to match.
But how could Mira have discovered the plot ahead of time? And how did she know what outfit to prepare?
“You have a mole. There’s a traitor among you p>
Mara screamed.
Thud! The man beside her slammed his fist hard into her back.
“Shut your mouth, or we’ll end you right now p>
The men cast cautious glances out the windows. They were approaching the
border; they couldn’t afford any mistakes now.
“Save your cheap tricks. Trying to turn us against each other, huh p>
The man beside her glared. He despised captives like this—unable to escape, they resorted to sowing discord.
“I’m telling the truth. You really do have a rat p>
Mara looked at them, lowering her voice.
“Otherwise, how could Mira have known p>
“Zip it. Even if Mira was wearing the exact same clothes, do you think we can’t tell
two people apart? You think we’re blind?
Keep whining and I’ll beat you senseless p>
“You don’t understand. She looks just like me. We share the same father p>
Left with no choice, Mara blurted out the truth. To her surprise, one of the men chimed in.
“Same father? You’re sisters? You’re more twisted than we are, setting up your own flesh and blood like that.
Sontent belongs to Sw up
They were just mocking her for entertainment; they still didn’t believe they had grabbed the wrong girl.
They might be criminals, but even they drew the line at betraying family.
“Half-sisters? I get it now. This is a I classic case of the mistress’s brat trying to take down the legitimate daughter Just another roundofthe wife versus the homewrecker p>
Another man sneered.
Perhaps out of sheer boredom, the group suddenly grew interested in Mara’s drama.
“Look at her. She doesn’t have the vibe of a decent girl. I bet she’s the mistress’s kid.
Meanwhile, that Mira girl clearly has brains and guts. She acts like the real heiress.” “What garbage are you spewing? Mira is nothing but trash p>
Mara never expected her offhand comment to lead them straight to the painful truth.
The man beside her nodded sagely. “Yep. That’s exactly how a mistress’s brat talks p>
“Your mom must have been a real piece of work. I bet you inherited all her best traits in bed p>
With a sleazy grin, the man in the back reached out and grabbed Mara’s shirt… “What are you doing? Let go of me p>
Mara screamed.
“Knock it off, you idiots. We’re about to cross the border p>
The boss snapped, reigning them in.
“Fine, whatever the boss says. But once we cross that line, I’m getting a taste first.
If you show us a good time, maybe we’ll make the rest of the trip easier for you p>
Despite the crude jokes, the boss was now quietly suspicious. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. It was better to verify her claims.
A few minutes later, cold sweat beaded on the boss’s forehead.