Evelyn Sherman picked up the contract on the table and stared at it for a long time without tearing it up immediately.
She remembered clearly that the contract she had received was for her new script, but somehow it was swapped out when she signed it.
She had to figure out what was going on...
She thought for a moment, clutching the contract in her hand and walked towards the changing room.
Just as she was about to take off the maid outfit, she discovered her clothes were gone!
"They were just here, where did they go?"
She remembered putting them carefully folded on the chair in the changing room. How could they disappear during dinner?
Evelyn searched the entire changing room and finally found similar fabric in the trash bin.
"It must be an illusion, it must be an illusion!"
How could her clothes end up in the trash bin, turned into a pile of rags...
Evelyn stared at the familiar fabric in front of her, her eyes wide and mouth slightly open, unable to come back to her senses for a while.
After a long time, she looked down at the maid outfit on her body again.
So now, was she supposed to go home wearing this outfit?
Evelyn's face stiffened, a hint of anger rising in her eyes.
Damn Chester Yale!
It must be him who told someone to do this; otherwise, no one would go against her like this.
Starving her for a day wasn't enough; he even had to humiliate her in this way. What a despicable man!
A maid outfit is just a maid outfit, it's just embarrassing. She had thick skin, and it's okay!
Evelyn mentally prepared herself, put the contract in her bag and turned to walk towards the restaurant exit.
As soon as she reached the door, she stopped in her tracks.
Looking at the surging crowd outside, she couldn't help but look down at the maid outfit on her body and swallow hard.
If she went out like this to take the bus, wouldn't she be treated like a monkey?
Evelyn thought for a moment, then went back inside the restaurant, grabbed a tablecloth to wrap around herself, and mustered up the courage to go outside and hail a taxi.
Under the strange gaze of the driver, Evelyn arrived downstairs at her apartment building, having cursed Chester from head to toe in her mind.
After paying the money, she hurriedly pushed open the car door and ran towards her apartment.
After running a few steps, she noticed her cell phone ringing.
It was the sound of a text message.
Evelyn instinctively hesitated, stopped, and rummaged her phone out of her bag.
It was from an unfamiliar phone number.
The text message just had an arrogant sentence, [You have one night to pack your luggage. Move tomorrow.]
What kind of spam message?
Don't these liars use their brains nowadays?
She was living fine, why should she move?
Evelyn threw her phone back into her bag, anxiously trying to walk towards her apartment. After a few steps, she suddenly stopped again.
Quickly rummaging her cell phone out of her bag, she reopened the text message.
Before she could reread the text message, she received a new one on her phone.
This time, it was just a long string of an address.
It was the address of a villa.
Evelyn's body stiffened, staring blankly.
Was it as she thought?
Was this text message sent by Chester?
Did he mean for her to move in with him when he told her to move?
Evelyn's hand holding the phone trembled, biting her lips tightly, her eyes panicked.
She knew she should stay away from Chester now, but would he let her go?
In Grande City, no matter where she hid, she couldn't escape his influence.
Evelyn stared at her phone for a long time before finally moving her finger and sending back an "Okay."