Chapter 115

Perhaps fortune was on her side. Abbie discovered a suit jacket and a crumpled light-colored tablecloth in a laundry basket at the entrance of one of the guest rooms. Her spirits lifted as she glanced around. It was clear that Pristine Hall had no surveillance cameras. Otherwise, there was no way she would be able to accept Laurence's invitation. Taking the items back to her room, she wrapped the tablecloth around herself, transforming it into a simple, elegant dress, and put on the jacket, ensuring she didn't stand out too much. After donning a hat and mask, she carefully made her way out. As she neared the exit of Pristine Hall, she let out a quiet sigh of relief, moving cautiously. However, a few trained bodyguards blocked her path, their expressions icy. "Mr. Rusell wishes to see you." "I-I don't know who that Mr. Russell is! Let me go!" Panicking, Abbie struggled, completely unaware of whom she had offended. Before long, she was dragged into a room, where she stumbled to