CHAPTER 58: CHAPTER 58: LURING HER INTO THE TRAP

Ava Wright walked out of the hospital room in a daze.

She wanted to destroy Amelia Wright; she couldn’t wait to ruin Amelia Wright.

Using an anonymous phone number, she sent Amelia a text: "Haven’t you always wanted to know clues about your biological parents? Your biological brother’s child ended up in Aning City. If you want to know where the child is, come to Neon Bar at 9 pm tonight."

Amelia is incredibly proactive when it comes to any movement from her relatives, there’s no doubt she’ll take the bait.

She’s going to let the most disgusting and ugly man ruin Amelia.

And she’ll let the Shaw family’s eldest son witness it himself, catch her in the act!

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Amelia Wright received the message and her face darkened.

Her brother does indeed have a lost child.

A nurse from the hospital stole from the frozen sperm bank and gave birth to a child through artificial insemination.

The woman named Alma Cooper knew what kind of prestigious family the Allen family in Capital City was, and after giving birth to the child, she planned to raise him until he was a few years old before taking him back to Capital City, hoping mother and child would help her marry into the Sutton Family.

In the previous life, Alma appeared a few years later and deceived Amelia, saying she had a brief affair with her brother and even had a child, providing a paternity test as evidence.

Amelia believed her and brought Alma and the child back to the Allen family, questioning her brother why he wasn’t taking responsibility.

Her brother was an upright man and knew he hadn’t done such a thing, but because of Amelia, he kept Alma and the child.

After that, Alma stirred up trouble within the Allen family.

When her brother refused to marry her, Alma and Ava Wright together falsely accused him.

Her brother was wrongfully imprisoned and they broke his leg, which was the beginning of all disasters.

That was when Amelia realized Alma was planted by the Wright family, who had been plotting against the Allen family for a long time.

Upon learning the truth, she regretted so much she wanted to kill herself.

She was the one who caused trouble for her brother.

But in the end, her brother said he didn’t blame her, only regretting that the child had suffered abuse, developed a tendency for isolation, and even though they managed to bring him back, they still hadn’t taken good care of him.

Her brother’s regret in his past life, she wished to help complete now.

After being reborn, Amelia tried all she could to find this child.

Based on the fragmented memories of her previous life, she knew the child’s appearance was related to Cloudtop Cafe.

So after being reborn, she went to the cafe multiple times, not because she liked coffee, but to see if she could come across any useful clues.

Now someone has sent her a message claiming to know the child’s whereabouts.

Even though she knows there’s a high possibility of being deceived, Amelia still decided to go.

Of course, even knowing it could be a trap, she planned to make some preparations.

Amelia went back to Old Town No. 32 and crafted some drugs.

She changed out of the usual white she’d been wearing since her rebirth and put on a black dress.

Fitting black long dress, skin like cream, cold white as jade, it seemed as though black and white clashed forcefully, surpassing all the other colors in the world.

No longer beside Godfery Shaw, she no longer felt bound to that pristine white.

Since deep down she’s full of thick black, and blood-red, unable to hide, she wouldn’t bother trying.

She picked up a hairpin with a sharp tip and casually coiled her long hair up.

As darkness approached, the time drew near, and Amelia took a taxi to Neon Bar.

When she walked into the bar step by step, it seemed as though the noisy bar suddenly quieted down.

She was like a fairy walking out of the night, naturally belonging to the darkness.

Amelia was actually not dressed up intentionally, her face had no trace of makeup, and her black long dress was the most ordinary one.

She appeared completely indifferent to the gazes around her, sitting down at the bar and taking out her phone to send a message: "Where are you? I’m already here."

The bartender grinned as he approached: "Hey beauty, what would you like to drink?"

"Plain water, thank you."

The bartender froze, since when did anyone come to a bar to drink plain water?

But looking at the breathtaking beauty before him, the bartender didn’t refuse, he actually went to get a glass of plain water.

Amelia just sat at the bar waiting, a continuous stream of people came to chat her up, but Amelia seemed to turn a deaf ear, not responding to any of them.

Even those who drank too much and tried to pull Amelia, they backed off in disappointment when met with Amelia’s gaze colder than the night.

Until a man sat next to Amelia, with half of his face scarred from burns, ugly in appearance, gaze filthy.

"Hey beauty, here on your own?"

Amelia didn’t even lift her head, nor did she spare a glance from the corner of her eye.

In the man’s filthy gaze, he openly leered with evil intent: "Heard you were looking for that child?"

The glass holding the plain water in Amelia’s hand hit the bar with a bang.

She slowly raised those expressive eyes, animosity surging, squinting slightly because the view was unclear, making others fail to see the hostility, like a cat just waking up.

"Where is the person?" she asked.

Amelia knew that getting information today wouldn’t be easy.

If that message really was from someone trying to help her, they wouldn’t have arranged to meet her at this bar late at night.

The man smiled, his scarred face looking even more distorted and ugly, without answering Amelia’s question, he waved at the bartender: "Two Long Island iced teas please."

Amelia didn’t rush to ask again.

Not until the bartender prepared the drinks.

The man with a scarred face pushed a drink in front of Amelia, "Drink this and I’ll tell you, how about it?"

Long Island iced tea—those unfamiliar with it would assume it’s a beverage based on its name, but it’s actually one of the strongest drinks in the bar.

One glass down, enough to make a person lose consciousness.

"How will I know the information you provide is genuine?" Amelia spoke coldly.

"The child is called Emily Allen."

Amelia’s fingertips moved slightly, that child indeed is named Emily Allen.

Though this person may not know the child’s location, he certainly has information about the child.

Amelia picked up the glass of Long Island iced tea, her lips curving into a smile like an enchanting siren: "Are you sure you want me to drink this?"

The man with the burn marks intensified the evil intentions in his gaze: "Sure, drink and I’ll tell you."

The glass gradually neared her red lips, the liquid sliding down her throat like red tea, with a hint of sour sweetness.

The man opposite swallowed hard.

The glass Amelia put down was already empty.

Her gaze became increasingly hazy.

"Hey beauty, come with me, we’ll find a place, I’ll tell you the information privately."

"Okay then."

Amelia stood up as if she were drunk, her graceful steps turning lethargic.

Watching the scene unfold, the patrons at the bar were dumbfounded.

It’s like a swan walking with a toad, what’s going on?

No, this man doesn’t even qualify as a toad.

Amelia followed the man to the hotel upstairs from the bar.

Her voice was lazy, pale, and weak: "Now will you tell me?"

The man locked the door, his ugly face contorting with a grin, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and approaching Amelia.

Sensing his approach, Amelia unexpectedly laughed.

Her voice whispered ominously: "Locking the door really does make things easier!"

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