Chapter 68 You’ve Got The Wrong Person
Tofral came alive after ten o’clock, with the city bathed in the glow of vibrant neon lights. The bustling streets were filled with young men and women who had shaken off the weight of the day, eager to embrace the night life.
They gathered in small groups, laughing, chatting, or seeking the thrill of romantic encounters. Yet, beneath this lively, carefree atmosphere, there was an undercurrent of danger-a shadowy group waiting in the alleys, ready to pull an unsuspecting soul into
the darkness.
But for every villain lurking in the shadows, there were countless others who stood ready to fight back, quietly and without hesitation, even at the cost of their own lives.
Renee adjusted her gear, stepping out of the car in a provocative camisole and ultra- short denim shorts. Her red high heels, a daring three inches tall, clicked with every confident step she took. She knew how to command attention.
As she walked, a man appeared from nowhere, his hand covering his mouth as he spoke in a low, secretive voice while passing her. “All clear. We’re ready.”
A sly grin tugged at Renee’s lips as she strutted into the club, her every move a magnet for stares. She was, without question, the most alluring woman in the room. Once, she had been the crown jewel of Tofral’s social scene, outshining every other socialite in
sight.
At the entrance, a man dressed as a waiter bowed with exaggerated politeness as she approached, greeting her warmly. “Good evening.” But as he lowered his head, his voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible. “All set to go.”
Renee’s lips curved into a subtle smile as she moved toward a certain private room, footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor.
her
But just as her hand brushed the door’s handle, a young girl appeared from the opposite end of the hallway.
The girl, probably around eighteen, was a bit too heavy on the makeup. She stopped in
her tracks, staring at Renee for a long, almost unsettling moment. And just when Renee’s fingers were about to turn the knob, the girl spoke up, her voice cutting through
the silence. “Renee?”
Renee froze, her hand halting mid-air. Her eyes hardened as she turned, narrowing at the girl.
There was something about her that seemed oddly familiar, but Rence couldn’t place
her.
“I think you’ve got the wrong person,” Renee snapped, her tone as cold as ice.
The girl, still looking uncertain, offered an apologetic smile but didn’t seem convinced. “Sorry,” she muttered, but her gaze lingered, refusing to break from Renee’s face. “Are you sure you’re not Renee?”
“No, I’m not,” Renee said sharply, her frown deepening, her patience clearly wearing
thin.
But the girl, undeterred, took a tentative step forward. “I think you are. I’m Rosa… Don’t you remember me?”
Renee’s gaze turned frigid as the realization hit her. The girl standing before her was none other than Rosa Carter-Sally’s daughter, and by extension, Renee’s stepsister. Renee’s mind flashed back to when Sally had married Nixon and moved in with him. Rosa, Sally’s daughter from her previous relationship, had followed and later adopted Nixon’s last name, Carter. Rosa had always been good at reading a room, at playing her cards just right. She knew how to charm, how to manipulate, and, over time, had managed to wind Nixon around her little finger. It often felt like the two of them were really father and daughter while Renee was just an outsider.
“I’ve already told you,” Renee replied, her voice sharp as ice. “I’m not the person you
think I am.”
Rosa, however, wasn’t swayed. She pointed at Renee with unwavering confidence, her tone firm. “No way. You’re Renee. Come on, I get it-you’re upset and don’t want to talk to me, but there’s no need to deny who you are. Don’t you think?”
Renee shot a quick glance at the private room door, a flicker of worry crossing her face. She couldn’t afford to waste any more time on Rosa-someone inside might come out soon, and if they saw them there together, it could raise all sorts of wrong questions.
Renee’s patience snapped. “Oh, you’re right about something, at least. I don’t want to talk to you. So stop wasting my time and piss off.”
She expected Rosa to back off, embarrassed and defeated, but to her surprise, the girl simply pouted, her eyes shifting as if weighing her next move. Then, without warning, she spoke again, her tone shifting to something unexpected. “Renee, you’ve always avoided spending time with me in the past. Now that you’re finally back in town, why can’t we catch up? Are you having fun with your friends in there? I want to join you.”
