bChapter /b115

bChapter /bb115 /b

bAria /bbnodded/b. “Alright. If somethinges up, I’ll let you know. But as for protecting me, that won’t be necessary. If real bdanger /bes, we’d probably uz bend /bup being liabilities to each other.”

Fryderyk said, “Okayb./b”

Another officer drove her car to the parking lot, double–checked that everything was in order, and handed her the keys. Aria thanked bhim /band bheaded /binside the building.

Rhett stepped out from the shadows, his hand trembling slightly at his side,

He had been told the n was just to disable Aria’s car so she couldn’t start it, giving him a chance to offer her a ride and get closer to her.

But the truth was, they had sabotaged her brakes.

They wanted her dead.

Rhett stood there for a long time, his mind in a haze, before finally heading back to the neenth floor.

At six o’clock, the doorbell rang.

Aria opened the door and saw her neighbor, Owen, standing there.

“Mr. Shaw, what’s the matter?” she asked.

Owen held a bag in his hand but didn’t hand it over right away. “Ms. Saxonb, /bmy mom’s been using this beauty cream too. Could you fix bit/bb?/bb” /b

“Sure. The consultation fee is 300 thousand dors. You can pay after it’s resolvedb,/bb” /bshe replied casually.

He handed the bag to her. “Thanks, Ms. Saxon.”

As Owen turned to leave, he caught sight of a man in uniform walking toward them with a food delivery bbox/b.

“Ms. Saxon, your food’s here.”

It was a delivery guy from Navoron Restaurant.

“Thanks,” Aria replied casually.

The delivery guy smiled warmly. “Cloe said she’s been working on a new dish and will send it over tomorrow for you to try first.”

b“/bOkay.”

Owen, standing nearby, recalled the multiple times he’d seen Navoron Restaurant’s delivery staff bat /bher door. bIt /bconfirmed one thing, Aria didn’t cook.

The delivery guy hesitated, his gaze flickering toward Owen.

Aria’s tone was calm. “He’s just my neighbor. Don’t be gossipy,

that imight /i

I cause misunderstandings.”

Scratching his head, the delivery guy chuckled. “Got it. Enjoy your meal, Ms. Saxon. Bye.”

Owen offered a polite smile and nodded. “Ms. Saxon, enjoy your mealb. /bbI’ll /bhead back.”

“Okay.”

Once the door closed, Aria unpacked her meal and ate quietly. After tidying up, she took a shower, changed into bfresh clothes/b, and bgrabbed /bbtwo /bbjars /bbof /bbeauty balm before heading to herb.,

bChapter /bb115 /b

The bb /bwas bpact /bbbut /bwell bequipped/b, bwith /ball the necessary tools bneatly /barranged.

bDonning /ba whiteb coat and gloves, Aria scooped out a small amount of the beauty balm and began the fasting process.

Without an assistant, she had to wait for the equipment to produce results. Immersed in her work, she lost track of time.

After what felt like hoursb, /bshe pinched the bridge of her nose to ease the strain, picked up a pen, and meticulously recorded the detected ingredients

The two jars of beauty cream had nearly identicalponents, with the only difference being their ratios.

The hallway outside.

Emma whispered, “Owen, what’s Ms. Saxon like? I heard she’s pretty fierce.”

James reassured her. “Not at all. I’ve heard she’s really kind. I mean, she even created that beauty cream for Elena.”

Tara, noticing James always sticking close to Emma, said with a hint of jealousy, “You’ve got your husband and son with you. What’s there to be bafraid /bof? I’m all by myself, and I’m not afraid.”

Emma smiled and said, “You’ve got me, don’t you?”

Tara didn’t reply.

Owen spoke up, “We’re here.”

He pressed the doorbell.

After about ten seconds, the door opened, revealing ba /bface that looked utterly drained.

Her eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles starkly visible beneath them.

Even so, Emma’s first thought upon seeing Aria was, ‘Wow, she’s stunning! Even looking this worn outb, /bshe’s still beautiful.‘

Owen’s gazended on the whiteb coat she was wearing, and his expression tightened. “Did you stay up all night?”

Aria nced at the clock on the wall. It was already nine o’clock in the morning.

She stepped aside and said, “Come on in.”

Owen pressed his lips together, feeling a pang of regret for giving her the beauty creamst night.

Just as Tara was about to step inside, Owen suggested, “Why don’t you grab some breakfast and rest up? We’lle again this afternoon.” He paused, then continued, “Do you have any food at home?”

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