Chapter 1074


    Even though Thssa''s phone didn''t have Bruce''s number saved, she recognized thest digits


    shing on the screen and knew who was calling.


    What on earth did Bruce want now?


    She remembered the day Bruce had worked with Daniel to kidnap her. In a desperate move to prevent


    Bruce from releasing that damning video of Evelyn, Thssa had done everything in her power to keep


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    Bruce''s involvement under wraps.


    Eventually, Lysander found out, but it was through his own investigation, not her doing.


    Could it be that Lysander had made his move, getting the cops to nab Bruce? Was this call a desperate


    plea for help?


    With spection swirling in her mind and the relentless vibration of the iing call setting her nerves


    on edge, Thssa felt a tide of unease wash over her. She really didn''t want to answer, full of loathing


    for the man she deemed scum. But the persistent shing of those digits was like a siren call,


    impossible to ignore.


    Taking a deep breath, her finger swiped the screen at the veryst second before the call would drop.


    Silence hung in the virtual space until Bruce''s icy voice cut through, "Thssa, have you been messing


    with my phone?"


    Bruce''s sinister question froze Thssa''s breath in her throat. She now knew why he had called.


    It seemed he had realized the video was missing from his phone.


    After merely a day and night, he noticed the video in his phone had disappeared.


    Who in their right mind regrly checks such content?


    She felt a wave of nausea at the memory of Atticus hacking into Bruce''s home security system, where


    they saw Bruce leering at hisputer screen. Disgust and hatred churned within her—Bruce was no


    ordinary man; he was a sick freak!


    The very thought that he''d likely been watching that video regrly to satiate his twisted desires made


    her skin crawl.


    "Isn''t that just hrious," she spat out, teeth clenched. "Your phone''s glued to you 24/7. How would I


    even touch it? Oh, I''d love to get my hands on your phone alright, to delete that video so you could


    never threaten me again!"


    She wasn''t about to confess, but she was done being bullied by Bruce.


    Bruce, hearing the defiance in Thssa''s voice, sensed something was off. His phone was his shadow,


    always with him because it held many secrets—secrets that couldn''t be exposed, especially not to his


    wife, Lucy.


    He was always extra careful with his phone, keeping it close to guard against Lucy''s prying eyes.


    If Lucy couldn''t get her hands on his phone, what chance did Thssa have?


    And it wasn''t just the phone; the video on hisputer had vanished too.


    Thest time Thssa had been in his house, she''d been under his watchful eye, confined to the living


    room and never venturing near his study, let alone hisputer.


    So, it wasn''t Thssa who had deleted the videos from his phone andputer?


    How then did they disappear?


    Could Lucy be behind this?


    Realizing that Thssa remained unaware of the missing video, Bruce abruptly adopted a falsely


    genial tone. "Calm down, dear. You may not be my daughter, but you are, after all, the daughter of a


    woman I once loved. That makes you family. Why would I threaten you?"


    "Shut your mouth!" Thssa snapped back, her breathing jagged with fury, her hand trembling with


    rage as she gripped the phone. She wished she could confront Bruce right then and there and put an


    end to the despicable creature he was.