Evalina Wilson had just finished working overtime and decided to head home early to get some rest. Her body was still exhausted, and her mind remained heavy with pressure—from her job, from the pregnancy she hadn’t yet revealed to the public, and from Serena, who continued to haunt her like a shadow that wouldn't leave.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the city, Serena Jackson sat in her luxurious living room, her phone vibrating in her hand.
“Do it now,” she ordered sharply to the man on the other end of the line. “Make sure she’s asleep. And don’t leave a trace.”
“Don’t worry, ma’am. I know exactly what to do.”
A satisfied smile crept onto Serena’s lips as she ended the call. She twirled the wine in her glass slowly, then whispered, “Finally, Evalina Wilson… you're going down.”
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