Chapter 28
Ashley was freaking out that Margaret might spot her, so she yanked her hat down real quick.
She was already scared outta her mind. Sarah had made her do the unthinkable, and if Margaret recognized her, she was toast.
Margaret's eyes landed on Ashley. In that row, Ashley was the only one sitting there.
Margaret couldn't make out Ashley's face, but she could totally see the tears rolling down her cheeks and her body shaking like a leaf.
She was crying so hard; something must've really messed her up. Plus, Ashley had a hat and mask on, only her eyes peekin' out. Margaret felt like she knew her but couldn't place it.
The flight attendants were telling everyone to turn off their phones and put away their tray tables.
Margaret dug out a small pack of tissues from her backpack and waved over a flight attendant. "Hey, excuse me."
"Miss, what can I do for you?" The flight attendant beamed, showing exactly eight teeth.
Margaret pointed at the sobbing Ashley and said, "Can you give this to her?"
The flight attendant looked surprised. "Is she your friend?"
Margaret shook her head. "Nah, but everyone’s got their own struggles. I don't know her, but can you help me out?"
The flight attendant hesitated for a sec. People as kind as Margaret were pretty rare these days.
She took the tissues and smiled. "Sure."
Just then, a few old folks with big bags got on the plane and tapped Ashley on the shoulder, asking her to move.
Ashley shifted her skinny legs to let them sit down.
But the tears kept coming.
The flight attendant walked up to her. Ashley looked up, confused. The flight attendant handed her the tissues.
Ashley felt a sudden warmth in her heart, her nose tingling. "Thank you, thank you so much."
The flight attendant whispered something to Ashley, and she looked in surprise at Margaret's back in the front row. So it was given by Margaret.
Margaret was so naive, even feeling sorry for the person who was about to hurt her.
Ashley felt guilty and lost, silently crying. Sarah had set her up. How could she get outta this mess?
Should she tell Margaret that Sarah was out to get her?
The pressure was crushing Ashley, making it hard to breathe, hard to decide.
Meanwhile, Margaret, who had dozed off, had no clue about any of this.
At the Hughes Villa, Raymond was lounging on the sofa, smoking.
His dress pants were perfectly straight, not a single crease, just like him—cold and stiff.
Amidst the swirlin' smoke was his flawless yet super gloomy face.
His vibe was intense, his presence extraordinary.
The crazy expensive watch on his wrist screamed high status.
The ashtray was packed with cigarette butts, looking like a mini mountain.
Raymond called Margaret again, but her phone was off.
Margaret had totally bailed, leaving Marlon behind, carefree and unbothered.
She hadn't even paid for her sins and wanted to run?
And she picked his birthday to do it.
Biting the cigarette, Raymond sneered.
Interesting, it was getting more and more interesting. Raymond took a deep drag, his eyes growing sharper and colder. He crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray with force.
Raymond thought, 'Margaret, you think you can escape? Even if you run, I'll catch you, torment you, and get my revenge.'
Just then, the glass door to the balcony swung open.
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