Tessa frowned and stared at the text message as she fell into deep thought.

The message could have come from someone working for James-or it might be from someone else pretending to be his accomplice.

Regardless, she couldn’t act recklessly. She needed to figure out the source of the message before making a move. Walking blindly into danger would only get her killed.

When she lay back down, any trace of sleepiness had vanished altogether.

The thought of Seline, still missing and her fate unknown, weighed heavily on Tessa’s chest, suffocating her with worry.

And then there were Wendy’s obsessive fans—a threat she couldn’t ignore.

The image of the man with glasses, his face twisted with rage as he tried to douse her with sulfuric acid, was burned into her mind. It had become a recurring nightmare.

She had never experienced anything like this before.

She’d been lucky to escape the man with glasses, but what about next time?

Wendy had more than five million followers. It was easy to dodge an attack you could see coming, but hidden threats were another matter. She had no idea when another fan might try to seek revenge.

She had to take precautions. Tessa couldn’t let what had happened yesterday happen again.

Her mind raced through countless thoughts until the weight of exhaustion began to pull her under. Her eyelids grew heavier, and finally, she surrendered to sleep.

But her rest was anything but peaceful. She kept waking throughout the dark, tossing and turning as nightmares haunted her.

The next time she woke up, it was already 8:00 am. Light streamed in through the window.

The first thing she did upon waking was call a friend who was a tech expert. “Can you help me trace the origin of this number?”

The number that sent the text message wasn’t a typical ten-digit phone number. Instead, it was a long string of digits, like those used for spam messages.

She couldn’t identify its origin, so only her friend could help.

“No problem. I’ll get back to you later,” her friend replied.

“Thanks.”

“Come on, there’s no need to be so formal with me.”

Before long, her friend called back. “The message was sent from Rivertown.”

Rivertown? Could James still have people stationed here?

“I’ll send you the exact address,” her friend added.

“Alright.”

After hanging up, Tessa received the address via WhatsApp. She immediately forwarded the address

l.ne

to another contact, asking them to look into it.

As the daughter of the wealthy Yates family, she had access to a wide network of resources and connections, which she could easily make use of whenever she needed. Tracing something like this was a simple matter.

The reply came quickly. “It’s an apartment. The owner’s name is Wendy Cox.”

Tessa’s expression turned gloomy. It was Wendy again!

Did she have nothing better to do with her life?

Her account had already been permanently banned, and she’d even received a lawyer’s letter. Why was she still not backing down?

The last time she visited Zachary, Wendy had been there too. She

must have overheard everything

that

was said-so it wasn’t surprising she knew about Seline’s kidnapping.

It seemed losing her social media account had hit Wendy hard. She was so

desperate that she’d resorted to using Seline as leverage.

“She’s stupid and vicious,” Tessa thought with a sneer.

It was time to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

…

Tessa dug into Wendy’s background and found her father’s business—a small

limited liability company in the clothing industry.

Its registered capital was only 500,000 dollars-and none of it had been fully paid

for yet.

A company that small? Tessa could crush it with nothing more than the flick of a finger.