Marriage With A Evil Heart

I rummaged through the pen holder, but there was nothing there. My gaze fell upon the safe in the corner, and it reminded me of the key to the safe.

Turning swiftly, I headed towards the one-meter-tall gold-plated horse statue near the door. I pressed a concealed decoration on the pedestal with force, and it popped open. I quickly reached inside and felt a bunch of keys.

I was stunned for a moment. He hadn’t changed the hiding place! A question flashed in my mind – why did he lock the study’s drawers, and who was he trying to protect against?

The location for keeping the keys was cleverly designed, difficult to discover. It was my suggestion initially, and only the two of us knew about it.

It seemed he believed I spent my days in a daze, not necessary to change the hiding place. Was he guarding against Scarlette?

I didn’t have time to dwell on it. I hurriedly took the keys back to the desk. As expected, in the second drawer on the right, I found my phone and tablet. Unfortunately, the phone was turned off. Trembling, I quickly pressed the power button.

While waiting for the phone to boot up, I opened Robert’s computer to check the home surveillance footage. I swiftly entered the familiar screensaver password, but it showed “incorrect password.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He changed the password!

I tried multiple times, all in vain. Damn it!

I picked up the phone, only to be told the password was incorrect. He had even changed the password for my phone secrets!

Fortunately, I had registered my fingerprint earlier, and he hadn’t deleted it.

The phone’s battery was running low. I checked the recent call records – the last call was from my mother, and tears blurred my vision instantly.

How I wish I could call my mom! But it isn’t possible now. Firstly, I knew my emotions couldn’t stabilize, and I didn’t want her to worry. Secondly, I was afraid of low battery issues. My immediate concern was contacting Scarlette.

Without much thought, amidst numerous missed calls, I directly dialed Scarlette’s number.

However, as soon as I connected, I quickly pressed the end key. No, for safety reasons, I couldn’t call her; otherwise, it would be easy to trace.

I quickly opened WhatsApp and initiated a voice call.

It rang for a long time before she answered, and then I heard Scarlette’s furious voice, “Hey, Daisy Brown, you finally remember me? I thought you were critically ill. If you don’t contact me again, I’ll…”

I didn’t let her finish and quickly interrupted, “Scarlette, listen to me.”

As soon as the words came out, a sob followed, “I… I need your help!”

“Daisy? What’s going on?… Don’t cry, what happened to you? Speak, oh, you’re making me anxious!”

I took a deep breath, stabilizing my emotions, “Scarlette, don’t ask questions for now. It’s a long story. You have to help me. Where do I start? Just listen to me.”

I rambled on incoherently, not even understanding myself.

Scarlette was probably confused by the inexplicable situation. She directly interrupted my anxious speech, “Daisy, did something happen to you?”

“Yes, I’m in trouble…”

After calming down, I briefly explained my current situation and what I needed her help with. The phone suddenly beeped and shut down completely due to low battery.

I stood dazed for a moment, realizing there were many things I hadn’t explained clearly. Helpless, I lowered my hands; I could only reluctantly put the phone back. Before obtaining evidence, I couldn’t let them notice anything unusual.