#Chapter 220: Trickster Aria

When I stepped outside my apartment door the next morning, my mind was already racing. I was ready to dive into another day of legal battles and courtroom skirmishes. However, my plans were abruptly interrupted by an unexpected sight—a suitcase, sitting inconspicuously by my doorway. I narrowed my eyes at it, suspicion bubbling within me. With my caffeine-fueled attorney instincts in high gear, I approached the mysterious suitcase cautiously. It didn't explode when I nudged it with my foot, so I considered that a good sign. Frowning, I circled around it, then turned it around to inspect every angle. The suitcase looked out of place against the neutral backdrop of the hallway, and its presence raised more questions than answers. I noticed a note tied around the handle. It was written in Aria's distinctive handwriting. "Evie, you deserve a break. Already packed your bag. Love, Aria." "What in the world?" I muttered to myself, wondering what I could’ve possibly walked into. With the