Chapter 131

After a while, Stella's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was still a bit blurry, but her mind was gradually clearing up. A searing pain burned across her back and arms, making her frown uncontrollably. Instinctively, she reached into her pocket, trying to feel for the recorder. But after a few fumbling attempts, her fingers came up empty. "Where's the recorder?" The second she realized it was gone, her heart sank like a stone. She struggled to sit up, but Charles pressed her shoulder down gently. "Don't move. You're still badly hurt." She had barely any strength left to fight back. Still, the injuries didn't matter to her—the recorder did. "Charles, where's my recorder? Did you see it?" Charles glanced away for a moment before answering calmly, "Recorder? No, I didn't see one." "No way!" Stella wouldn't buy it. She could still vaguely remember brushing against it when she'd lost consciousness. She was sure it had been in her pocket. So how could