"Damn it! What if they find those things?" Elena hissed, her entire body breaking into a sudden, cold sweat.
If Beatrice or Victoria were to discover those luxury items worth hundreds of millions, they would instantly know Elena was hiding something massive. They wouldn't hesitate for a second to accuse her of theft.
Worse still, Victoria might unleash a far more vicious assault on her than the night before, fueled by a deep suspicion of her relationship with Julian. Ignoring the residual soreness and aches racking her body, Elena spun around.
She sprinted as fast as her legs could carry her down the stairs, heading straight toward her old room. Her breath hitched in her throat as she roughly threw open the worn wooden door.
Crash!
Elena froze directly on the threshold. The warehouse
