The Heiress Revived from the Ashes
Chapter 180 The Perfect Alibi
Mia hadn’t walked far when she felt it, the faint but unmistakable sound of footsteps following her.
Tch.
Being Targeted.
Robbery? Or something worse?
My original plan had been to return to the campus. But now a new idea was taking root.
Finished
Outwardly, she feigned ignorance, though her peripheral vision scanned the area. A glint of light caught her eye, a surveillance camera mounted on a nearby lamppost.
Perfect.
Her lips curled. Deliberately, she turned into an unguarded alley, dark as a predator’s maw.
She pulled out her phone, her movements steady, her voice anything but:
“Hello, police? I’m in Rowen Alley; someone’s following me. I’m scared. Please hurry…” As she stepped back into the dim streetlight, her stalker appeared. A hulking figure silhouetted against the moonlit pavement.
Mia’s smile turned venomous. “Following me all this way… do I interest you?”
The man froze, taken aback by her audacity.
She closed the distance, her voice syrup–sweet. “There’s a motel up ahead… why don’t we go there together?”
The man was shocked. “???”
Not waiting for the man to react, Mia wrapped her hands around the man’s neck; her red lips approached and exhaled like orchids.
“Mister, do you think it’s good?”
Although the man felt that Mia’s behavior was a bit strange, desire quickly overwhelmed his mind, and he didn’t think much about it.
His confusion turned to lust. “You looked pure, but you’re just a little slut, huh?”
“Don’t you like that?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breath warm against his ear.
“Like.” The man’s muddy breath sprayed on the side of her neck, and he raised his hand to wrap it around Mia’s waist.
The next moment, Mia drove her knee into his groin.
His scream echoed off the bricks. Mia stepped back and watched dispassionately as he collapsed.
“Bitch! I’ll kill you!” He lunged.
Mia screamed and sprinted back into the well–lit streets, her pursuer close behind.
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“Let me go! Help!” Her screams ripped through the night as he ripped open her shirt.
Finished
“Bitch, it’s too late to cry for help now.” The man said viciously while pulling hard on Mia; Mia’s white shirt was instantly torn to shreds, leaving only a white halter on her upper body.
She screamed, holding her body and shivering, her eyes full of fear.
Right on cuc, police sirens wailed.
As they hauled her attacker away, Mia bowed her head and allowed herself a single, triumphant grin.
The next day, sunlight stabbed through the curtains, piercing Josh’s skull like a hot poker.
He moaned, rolled over, and froze.
Buttons. Everywhere.
Josh frowned as a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.
Could someone have entered my home?
But his head hurt too much; he couldn’t remember anything from last night; his head was in chaos.
Fumbling for his phone, he pulled up the security feed.
There she was, the college girl, helping me inside.
Josh breathed a sigh of relief, but then, his eyes fixed on the footage of Mia leaving in a hurry.
Mia in the video, her hair messy and emotional, ran out of the bedroom holding her chest and cried.
Josh was choking on his own saliva.
What the hell happened last night!
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