Female Novel
Chapter 1423: Daphne Wells'S Smugness
Chapter 1423: Daphne Wells's Smugness
Monica had a vague sense of unease and quickly walked towards Daphne Wells. She didn't have time
to check if Tristan was at the café. A thought popped into her head-Claire's disappearance might be
related to this woman!
Seeing Monica approach, Daphne Wells neither hid nor ran, just coldly glanced at her. When Monica
stopped in front of her, the chill emanating from Daphne Wells became even more intense, as if it came
from the abyss and carried a foul stench.
"Why are you here?" Monica asked, her voice filled with suspicion as she stared into Daphne Wells's
eyes.
Daphne Wells recognized the voice of the girl next door from last night and realized that this girl must
be staying in the room next to her. She liked Rowan, right? But she was staying with another man.
Daphne Wells's lips curled into a cold smile, not bothering to hide her disdain as she retorted, "What do
you think?" Perhaps this woman had already guessed something, and that's why she was asking.
Monica recalled the scene from the last time they met and the words this woman had said to her; they
were full of hostility towards Claire. "Is Claire's disappearance related to you?" Monica asked directly.
Daphne Wells, hands in her pockets, smirked with a hint of smugness, "If I say no, would you believe
me?" Her tone was truly infuriating!
Monica frowned, of course she didn't believe her! Daphne Wells looked at her with contempt and
disdain, then glanced at the seemingly calm river. The search and rescue team hadn't reached this
area yet, with a few boats anchored not far upstream.
Monica clenched her fists, angrily questioning, "Why did you do this?!" Daphne Wells's lips curled into a
smile, and her laughter, both joyful and smug, rang in Monica's ears, making her feel incredibly
irritated!
Daphne Wells felt like she had accomplished something great, and no one could share in her joy.
Seeing the girl's anger, she suddenly had the urge to share her triumph. "Because she stole my man. Is
that reason enough?" Daphne Wells's eyes shifted, her smiling face instantly darkened and became
fierce, "I wanted her dead, so she had to die!"
So Claire was dead? Monica's heart sank heavily, and she furiously asked, "Where is Claire?! This is a
society governed by law! You're going to jail! I advise you to stop while you're ahead! Hand her over!"
Daphne Wells looked around, seeing no one else, so she let Monica yell and rant, showing no fear at
all. At that moment, a light rain began to fall, sprinkling on their hair, faces, and shoulders.
"Heh, hand her over?" Daphne Wells scoffed, not fearing jail at all, basking in the joy of Claire's
disappearance. Was the river water bone-chilling? Did Claire drown or freeze to death? "Let me tell
you, Claire is dead." Daphne Wells looked down, admiring her newly done manicure, and sighed,
"These people are really useless. They obviously threw someone into the river but couldn't even findnovelbin
the body." She chuckled and added, "It's not like it's the ocean."
Monica's eyes widened in shock, disbelief filling her voice as she asked, "You pushed her into the
river?!"
"Yes," Daphne Wells replied casually, feeling content despite the rain. She leaned on the railing,
looking at the search team upstream as if they were clowns.
Monica's heart shuddered, and the next second, she hurriedly pulled out her phone to call Tristan.
Daphne Wells turned her gaze just in time to see this, her face changing as she asked, "What are you
doing?!" She lunged forward, desperately trying to grab the phone, "You wretch! Give me the phone!"