Chapter 85

"A plan?" Selena repeated. Elijah nodded. "Yes, a well-thought-out one." "Elijah, can I trust you?" Selena asked with uncertainty in her voice. "You can," he replied, eyes unwavering. "Trust me, this is the way to go." Selena's eyes wavered. After a long moment, she sighed and tossed the fake jewelry into the backseat. She turned her face away as a way of reluctantly agreeing to Elijah's suggestion. … The next morning, Selena came downstairs looking exhausted. Between her mother's death and her father's remarriage, she had barely slept. As she headed toward the dining room, she noticed Cynthia speaking with someone at the door. "Ms. Lowe, please wait here. I'll go upstairs and get Mrs. Cole." "Cynthia? Who is it?" Selena stepped down the stairs and froze the moment she saw a woman who looked like her at the door. "Why are you here?" Selena asked, staring warily at Nadia. "Cynthia, did you let her in?" Selena's expression turned cold. Her voice was tinged with anger. Cynthia