Paige had no idea how to deal with this man. He was much more difficult than the Clarkes.
After saying this, Enrico acted as if nothing had happened, resuming his game while holding her.
After Enrico left that day, Paige decided not to escape for the time being.
Whether or not he had seen through her, she had to prepare for the worst. If he had seen through her but hadn't exposed her, it meant he wasn't ready to deal with her yet. If she tried to escape now, things could get worse.
She couldn't afford to make such a powerful enemy. She needed to save her energy to deal with the Clarkes.
Paige sat on the sofa, looking at a new newspaper. To keep up her act of being mentally ill, she held it upside down, which only confirmed to Susan and Olivia that she was indeed not right in the head. But even upside down, Paige could clearly read the contents.
Molly was on the front page again, widely publicizing her upcoming birthday party at the Heaven Hotel.
"Next Saturday night at 8, it's my girlfriend's birthday. I'll be hosting a party for her, and I'd love for you to come. I'll meet you at the entrance," Paige remembered what Bryan had said and had a new plan in mind.
Just as she was lost in thought, Susan's excited voice interrupted, "Mr. Gustin sent over some new clothes."
Paige looked up to see Olivia and Susan in the living room, marveling at the beautiful outfits they were holding up.
"They're so gorgeous. The young lady would look stunning in these, but it's a pity she never has the chance to wear them out," Olivia remarked.
Paige glanced over and indeed saw an array of exquisite clothing, including evening gowns. Enrico claimed to be interested in her. He bought her clothes and shoes, but what was his real intention? To him, was she a substitute or just a toy? Would he really go to great lengths to find her and bury her if she ran away?
Paige couldn't figure it out. She shook her head, forcing herself to stop thinking about him.
...
Saturday evening.
Heaven Hotel.
In a brightly lit dressing room, Molly was being helped into a lavish evening gown by the attendants.
Today was her 21st birthday. She had chosen this gown three months ago; it was a masterpiece. The nude-pink color highlighted her fair skin, and the strapless design was quite sexy. The bodice was lace, and the skirt trailed elegantly on the floor.
"Wow, you look stunning," her friends exclaimed in unison as they watched her.
Molly was very pleased. One of her friends, Nancy, said, "Molly, your family sure knows how to go all out. They booked an entire floor of the Heaven Hotel. It's the most prestigious hotel in the country. One can't just get in with money; also need connections."
"That's nothing," Molly smiled. In reality, Bryan had arranged everything. As the young master of the Smith Group, he must have used some influence to get his father to book the floor for her birthday.
Bryan was nice to her, but unfortunately, he wasn't her final choice.
"I heard a lot of rich guys are coming today. Molly, with so many wealthy suitors, who are you going to choose?" another friend asked.
Molly sat down in front of the makeup mirror, opening a jewelry box. "They're all just friends. They're here to celebrate my birthday; why would I have to choose one?"
"I really envy you for having so many powerful friends," Nancy said, sitting down nearby. "Maybe you could introduce me to one."
Molly smiled slightly, putting on pink pearl earrings. "Who do you want me to introduce you to?"
"Bryan, I think he's the most handsome," Nancy said dreamily, resting her face in her hands. "By the way, I just saw him outside. Could you introduce me at the banquet?"
To constantly elevate her own value, Molly always claimed to be single. Even her close friends didn't know about her relationship with Bryan.
Molly glanced at Nancy, scoffing inwardly. How could someone so average dream of being with Bryan?
She smiled without answering directly and asked, "Bryan? What's he doing outside?"
"It looked like he was waiting for someone. He seemed anxious, looking around," Nancy replied, eyeing the jewelry on the table with envy.
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