Chapter 1506


    Susan''s phone buzzed with a notification of a deposit, but before she could even crack a smile, her


    nerves tensed up abruptly.


    "Who''s looking for me?" Susan asked, warned.


    In this world, Susan was alone. Her mother had followed her father in a suicide on the day of his


    death. Her rtives and friends, knowing she had fallen on hard times and was practically living


    hand to mouth, steered clear of her. How could they possibly be seeking her out?


    She had been living in this rundown, dpidated ce for over two years, and not once had anyone


    come looking for her.


    Why would someone suddenly be asking for her now?


    The old house was poorly insted against sound, and the deep, narrow alleys echoed every word.


    Even with voices not far off, Susan could hear them from inside.


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    Callum nced vigntly towards the source of the voices, his voice a hushed whisper, "Did you tick


    someone off today without realizing? Does Lysander strike you as the type to wait until the next day


    to settle a score?"


    Susan''s eyes widened in shock. Panicked, she was at her wits'' end, "Lysander sent someone after


    me? Over Thssa?"


    "What else?" Callum replied, his gaze dripping with disdain.


    Susan really had the audacity to pull a knife on Thssa, even injuring her. She must have a death


    wish!


    "Lysander''s supposed to marry Rosalind and use my hand to get rid of Thssa, right?" Susan


    mumbled, confusion clouding her thoughts. Then, like a lightbulb moment, rity struck.


    "Damn, I''ve been yed! I need to bolt. Cover for me, will you?" Susan quickly pocketed her phone


    and slipped out the back door.


    One advantage of such old houses was their two exits. If the front door waspromised, the back


    door was an escape hatch.


    Only now did Susan realize the truth. Lysander had tricked her into thinking Thssa was


    discarded. It was actually all a ruse to get her to spare Thssa.


    The hundred million she was supposed to get had been reduced to a mere pittance of 500,000


    because of Lysander''s meddling, and it didn''t sit well with Susan when she thought it through.


    But survival was paramount. Lysander was no Zephyr. She''d probably either get her arm or leg


    broken and be a cripple.


    Seeing Susan make a run for it, Callum acted swiftly by locking the front door from the inside and


    following her out the back, making sure to secure it behind them.


    They had barely been gone two minutes when two bodyguards dressed in ck arrived at the door.


    They were knocking politely at first. When no answer came, they knocked harder, still with no


    response.


    Exchanging a nce, they sensed something was off and kicked the door down, sweeping the


    interior only to find it empty. Noticing the back door, they realized Susan had fled that way.


    "Let''s chase her!" they shouted, taking off after her.


    Susan wove through the alleys and made her way to the main road. She was about to break into a


    sprint when Callum grabbed her arm.


    "Let go!" Susan snapped with fury in her eyes, mistaking him for one of Lysander''s men. But upon


    seeing it was Callum, her anger softened.


    "Get in the car; I''ll get us out of here," Callum said.


    ncing back towards the alley, though the bodyguards hadn''t caught up yet, Susan felt it was only


    a matter of time. As a malnourished woman, she couldn''t outrun them. But it would be perfect if she


    could escape with a car.