The Wrong Woman

There was a loud bang.

Mila closed the door and strode after Avery. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Phoebe hurried to catch up and said, "Mila, what are you planning to do?"

Mila gritted her teeth as she muttered, "She caused my son to be born prematurely and kept in an incubator.

"She caused you to be injured. She also caused my family to fall apart and my family members to be missing. What else do you think I would want from her?"

Phoebe responded, "But there's no solid evidence."

Mila murmured, "There's no need to have evidence. Just because she colluded with Oliver to seize my grandfather's entire fortune, I want her dead."

"Mila, murder has consequences," Phoebe said nervously. She felt that Mila had lost her previous gentleness and had become tough.

Mila ignored Phoebe.

They followed Avery into the beauty salon.

While Avery was undergoing beauty treatments, Mila and Phoebe consulted with the staff about cosmetic surgery. Their true intent was elsewhere.

An hour later, Avery finished her facial treatment. With a satisfied grin, she swayed her hips and entered the bathroom with catlike steps.

They followed her.

Avery entered a stall in the bathroom. She closed the door and began to relieve herself.

Mila stood in front of the door as she covered her nose. She commanded in a low voice, "Phoebe, kick the door. Then, dunk her head into the toilet."

Phoebe was shocked. She stared at Mila with wide eyes.

She had never disobeyed Mila's orders although she didn't think this method was too much for Avery.

She was shocked and puzzled because these words came from Mila, who had always been kind and gentle.

Mila frowned. Her gaze was intense as she instructed, "Go!"

Phoebe nodded, excited. She instantly felt a rush of adrenaline, so she took a few steps back and kicked the door with force.

There was a loud bang.

Avery was frightened. Her face

turned pale as she screamed in

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terror. She stood up abruptly and

instinctively pulled up her pants. She

stared at Phoebe in panic. Content

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"You-" Before she could say anything, Phoebe grabbed her hair and forcefully pressed her face into the toilet bowl.

Phoebe stuffed her into the disgusting and dirty toilet bowl.

Avery knelt on the ground with her

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hands gripping the edge of the toilet

bowl. Her entire head was in the

filthy toilet as she struggled

desperately.

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She couldn't even utter a word amidst the gurgling and choking sounds.

Phoebe forcefully pressed her head down. Finally, she used the toilet lid to press down on her before leaving the stall.

She clapped her hands as she felt relieved. She looked at Mila with satisfaction and asked, "Mila, should I continue?"

Mila replied indifferently, "Let's go."

Phoebe followed Mila out.

In the bathroom, Avery's nauseating

vomiting sounds continued. Each

sound was louder and more painful

than the last. It eventually turned

into frantic and angry screams that

echoed through the salon. Content

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She noticed Mila controlling the surveillance cameras of the salon on her tablet.

She seemed calm, composed, and unaffected. Her demeanor made Phoebe suspect that she wasn't the same gentle and kind Mila she used to be.

Phoebe asked curiously, "Mila, why did you invade the surveillance room of Dreamshift Beauty Salon?"

Phoebe asked, "Mr. Morrison would investigate it, wouldn't he?"

"He believes in the deep friendship between them for over a decade, and he trusts what Fenna says. So, he won't investigate her."