His unwanted wife, the world's coveted genius - Chapter 348

Chapter 348:

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Mollie raised an eyebrow slightly and said, “Is that so? Well, there’s something I want to ask you, Kylee. I’d like everyone here to hear it.”

When Kylee heard this, her heart skipped a beat, and a surge of excitement coursed through her. She thought Mollie was about to declare her support for her from now on. Why else would Mollie say something like that in front of everyone? The thought sent her heart racing as Kylee eagerly awaited Mollie’s next words.

It wasn’t just Kylee; the guests also seemed to share the same assumption. All eyes focused on Mollie as she spoke clearly, each word deliberate. “Kylee, you intentionally approached me and even hired someone to stage a robbery. What exactly is your goal?”

The room fell deathly silent, as if time itself had paused.

Kylee’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at Mollie, panic and unease flashing across her face. However, she quickly regained her composure. She told herself that Mollie likely had no evidence and was merely trying to catch her off guard. She couldn’t afford to admit to anything now. She had to remain calm and not let herself be exposed.

Gathering her strength, Kylee feigned shock and hurt. “Mrs. Thomas, what are you talking about? I never intentionally approached you!” she said. “What do you think Mrs. Thomas is implying?”

“Isn’t it clear? That supposed brave act and life-saving story—it was all orchestrated by Kylee.”

“Wow, she’s really bold!”

Mollie raised her eyebrows slightly, a smirk playing on her lips. “Is that so?”

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After speaking, she nodded toward a certain direction. Moments later, a voice echoed through the speakers.

The first voice was a man’s. “What do you need me to look into?”

“It’s simple. Just follow the woman in the photo for two days, observe her daily routine, and see if there are any patterns. Also, check if she’s with any bodyguards.” This time, the voice was a woman’s.

As soon as the woman’s voice played, everyone turned to look at Kylee. It was undeniable—it was her voice.

“Alright, I will do that for you. Just wait for my report.”

Ten seconds later, the man’s voice came back.

“I have been following her for two days. Every day at eleven in the morning, she goes to a pottery studio on Aelbank Road. It’s in a secluded area, and cars can’t get there. She has to walk through a narrow alley to reach her destination.”

“I have also noticed she doesn’t have any bodyguards with her.”

“Okay.” Kylee’s voice was heard again in the recording.

“I want you to help me hire someone to stage a robbery.”

After a brief pause, Kylee continued, “I will then step in, acting as the hero. Tell that thug he can hurt me a little, but ensure he doesn’t go overboard. He also cannot be too gentle. We can’t let anyone discover anything amiss about it.”

“What should we do with the target? Should we cause her some harm?” the man inquired again.

After a moment, Kylee responded, “It all depends on the situation. We can intimidate her a bit, but let’s avoid any injuries. Her husband is very protective, and if he learns that she is hurt, he might investigate the matter further, which could expose us.”

“Understood, I’ll handle it!” the man replied.

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