Chapter 2250
Diana had no intention of causing harm to Thalia. She wasn’t a sadist, and the notion of killing for sport was alien to her. As long as Thalia maintained silence about the incident, Diana was willing to move past it. Even though Thalia’s acting that day was more wooden than a puppet show without strings.
However, Thalia took an unpredictable turn, going berserk with the idea of confiding in Margot, that two-timing snake in the grass.
Diana knew it was just a matter of time before Thalia’s conscience got the better of her, and the beans would be spilled. Especially to Margot, her nemesis, who seemed to relish every opportunity to cross swords with her. And telling Margot would be like sawing off the branch she was sitting on.
How could Diana allow such a greenhorn to jeopardize her path to stardom?
“It’s not like I’m heartless,” Diana mused to herself, staring out of her high-rise apartment’s floor-to-ceiling windows, the curtains wide open, unafraid of the city’s glaring lights. “But you just had to let Kael in on the secret, didn’t you?”
Kael was a coward, always terrified of his dirty laundry getting aired. It was he who insisted on “dealing” with Thalia, not her.
The more leverage she had on Kael, the tighter she could keep him wound around her finger, ensuring his absolute loyalty.
Diana swirled the red wine in her glass, the liquid’s crimson hue reminiscent of blood as she sipped it leisurely.
“Poor Thalia, don’t blame me, darling. You just drew the short straw. If there’s a next life, please don’t come back as a plain Jane. Better to skip the mortal coil than to give us all a fright!”
Thalia was in the throes of her life’s greatest crisis, never anticipating that she’d be discovered by the murderer.
She hadn’t intended to drag Margot into this mess, but who else could she turn to in such a dire moment?
Even Margot, her trusted friend, had doubted her when she first explained the situation, wondering if it was all just a bad dream.
“You don’t believe me? If you don’t, just say it. I won’t bother you again!”
Margot finally snapped to her senses amid Thalia’s ragged breathing. “What are you talking about? How could I not believe you? Do you think for a second I’d take Diana’s word over yours? I should’ve seen the signs earlier; you’ve been distracted ever since that day. I should’ve known she had something to do with it.”
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Margot felt a pang of quilt, blaming her own obliviousness for Thalla’s allence.
However, Thalia didn’t have the luxury of dwelling on such things. She’d chosen to keep silent to protect Margot from being dragged into the chaos.
But now, Thalia still had to ask for Margot’s help at the eleventh hour. When would she ever be able to repay her?
As Thalia’s breaths came in heavy gasps, Margot’s eyes welled up with tears. “What should I do? Should I get the director to help you, or should I call the cops?”
“Cops won’t do any good. I don’t have solid evidence; it’s all speculation. Just go to the director, have him bring people here.”
Thalia’s voice was faint, and Margot could tell she must’ve found somewhere to hide.
Grateful for her decision to live near the set to hone her craft with the other actors, Margot didn’t hesitate. She dashed towards the set, recognizing that Thalia’s fate now in their hands.
As the phone line went dead, Margot’s face fell. She didn’t dare to imagine how terrified Thalia must be right now.
All she could do was run faster, ever faster.
And that’s when she nearly collided with Balfour.
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