Mister Go gently stroked Cherry's hair and whispered, "Are you okay, miss? Are you feeling bad?"
He smiled as if he truly cared, but something in his tone felt too smooth.
Down the hallway near the VIP rooms, Olivia walked past a door that hadn't fully closed. She wasn't planning to snoop around. She just wanted a drink and some peace. But she slowed down when she noticed someone inside.
Olivia froze. The girl was leaning close to him, her head tilted in a way that looked way too familiar. Her face twisted into a smug grin.
So she was hiding something.
Olivia reached into her small pouch, pulled out her phone, and quickly snapped a photo. Then she sent it to her group chat with a short message:
Look at this. The girl smells like dirt. She's disgusting.
A second later, she frowned. The name at the top of the chat didn't seem right.
She tapped the message history.
Her heart dropped.
Sent to: Gilbert Ace Carter
