For a moment, Dowager Vance could hardly believe her ears.

She never imagined that Carey had actually escaped.

How had Freya discovered Carey was at the Vance estate in the first place?

For years, she had avoided installing even a single security camera to keep Carey's presence a secret.

How did that little bitch Caitlin find her?

Even Rosemary was stunned. She turned to the butler, her voice laced with disbelief. "Miss Gonzales? You mean Freya? Freya was here today?"

"Yes," the butler confirmed with a nod.

"Impossible!" Rosemary shot back. "I saw every single person who entered the ballroom today! If Freya had come with Celia, there's no way I wouldn't have noticed her."

The butler glanced at Rosemary. "You did see her, ma'am."

Rosemary's eyes widened as she pointed at herself. "I saw her?"

"That's right," the butler affirmed.

Before Rosemary could process it, the butler continued, "The person cosplaying as 'The Shadow' in the ballroom was Miss Gonzales."

Because Caitlin had been wearing a mask upon her arrival, the facial recognition system at the Vance family's main gate hadn't registered her.

So, no one knew it was her.

But when she left, she had swapped clothes with Carey. As she walked out, her face was captured by the system.

The security team had to run a thorough check before they finally confirmed Caitlin's identity.

Hearing the butler's words, Rosemary staggered back a few steps, her face pale. "No wonder," she breathed, "no wonder I had a bad feeling about her the moment she walked in!"

So, The Shadow was that little bitch Caitlin.

The more Rosemary thought about it, the more she felt a chill run down her spine.

She lashed out, kicking the butler in the shin. "Useless!" she snarled. "A bunch of useless fools! So what if

just

Freya was here? Did you all ju watch

stand by and watch her walk away with someone?"

The kick sent the butler to his knees. "Miss, you've got it all wrong!" he pleaded. "The Madam had switched clothes with Miss Gonzales and was wearing The Shadows mask we didn't realize it was her."

"It was only later, by comparing the footage from the gate's security cameras, that we realized the Madam had left in disguise with Miss Palmer and Miss Gonzales."

Rosemary's temples throbbed with a furious headache. She raised her foot to kick him again, but Dowager Vance spoke first. "That's enough. Butler, you may leave."

The butler's relief was palpable. He mopped his damp forehead, struggled upright, and beat a quick retreat.

Dowager Vance then turned to the other servants in the hall. "All of you, out." "Yes, my lady."

Soon, only Dowager Vance and Rosemary were left in the vast hall.

Rosemary looked at her mother, her voice trembling with panic. "Mom! Freya took Carey! What are we going to do now?"

It was over.

It was all over.

Her worst fear had become a reality.

"Shut up!" Dowager Vance's gaze was sharp and fierce as she stared at her daughter. "Carey? Who's Carey? Is there anyone in this family named Carey? Let me tell you, Carey Careers The wormen that little bitch Freya took your sister-in-law, Flavia Cartwright!"

died twenty years ago!

Flavia Cartwright was Quinton's wife.

as

She belonged to the Vance family in life. And she would belong to them in death.

As long as they insisted that the woman was Flavia Cartwright, no one could take her from the Vance family.