Chapter 961

Vilma stared at Rachel outside the door, gasping sharply. "Um… don't get the wrong idea, okay? I just came to grab some meds from the counseling room and somehow ended up locked in here. I think Robert might've fallen asleep inside." She quickly pointed to the locked door. "I was trying to leave, see? But the door was locked." Rachel eyed her suspiciously, her expression flickering with doubt. Still, keeping her composure, she smiled. "I'll call security to open it." Vilma let out a breath of relief. Carl had warned her—this woman wasn't just ruthless, she was lethal. Killed friends, enemies, didn't matter. If she got the wrong idea about Vilma and Robert… she might not even leave a full body behind. Vilma never had big dreams—no fairytales about marrying rich or striking gold. Just enough money to live on was fine. She valued her life way too much to mess with dangerous rich people. Rachel made a call, and the security guard came quickly. "So sorry, really! I thought no one was on thi