Chapter 155 Don’t Listen to Diana

The seemingly frail figure of the old woman, hidden beneath a loose cloak, underwent a startling transformation. She removed the oversized garment, revealing herself as a sharp-featured young man in his mid-twenties. As Caroline stepped through the grand entrance of Halfmoon Manor, the man discreetly pulled out a phone and dialed an international number.

“Miss, as per your instructions, I’ve been keeping an eye on Halfmoon Manor. Nothing suspicious has come up, but I did stumble upon something unexpected. It seems Frederick is planning to get engaged to Claire, and Caroline intends to disrupt it. A few days ago, there were also some unusual happenings…”

The man meticulously reported every detail, leaving nothing out.

“Understood,” the voice on the other end responded coolly. “Continue your watch. Report anything unusual immediately. Remember, nothing—absolutely nothing—must escape your notice.”

The woman, upon hearing Frederick’s engagement plans, visibly stiffened. Her expression darkened, but she forced herself to stay composed.

“Caroline, you idiot! You absolute fool! How can anyone be so utterly brainless?” she finally exploded, smashing the phone against the wall. Her tirade continued, her voice rising with every word as if venting her anger was the only way to regain control.

Inside Halfmoon Manor, Claire and Wendy were finishing up their tasks, tidying and cleaning one of the guest rooms. Just as they wrapped up, Caroline knocked on Claire’s door.

“Claire, I heard you’re getting engaged to Frederick. Congratulations!” Caroline said.

Claire opened the door, greeted by Caroline’s overly cheerful smile.

“…Thank you,” Claire replied, momentarily caught off guard. Just earlier, Caroline had seemed on the verge of exploding, and now she was practically glowing with delight. The sudden change was so drastic it immediately raised Claire’s suspicions, though she couldn’t quite piece together what might be going on.

Still, whatever Caroline was planning—or pretending—it didn’t matter to Claire. So long as Caroline didn’t interfere with her life, she saw no reason to entangle herself in the woman’s schemes.

“You’re welcome. Don’t mind me. Go ahead and finish up in my room,” Caroline chirped before turning on her heel. I’ll be…

As she retreated to her room, her thoughts drifted to Frederick. The prospect of being with him filled her with elation, and she closed her door with a contented smile.

At eight o’clock in the evening, Diana called.

“Caroline, everything is set. It’s all arranged at Eclipse Nightclub, where Frederick usually goes. I’ve even got his private suite number,” Diana said. “The reservation is for tomorrow. Once I finalize everything, you can head over then,” she added, her tone brimming with assurance.

“Alright,” Caroline agreed, unable to contain her excitement at how swiftly Diana had put everything together. The thought of tomorrow filled her with eager anticipation.

That night, as she lay in bed, her exhilaration kept her tossing and turning, unable to sleep. By the time morning came, Caroline woke up with noticeably darker circles under her eyes. Reaching for her eye cream, she began her skincare routine.

Just then, her phone buzzed unexpectedly. It was another email from the same anonymous sender as before. Caroline glanced at the notification, ready to delete it. But then she remembered how the last email had suggested using public opinion to bring Claire back. While Diana had arranged for the paparazzi, she couldn’t deny that this mysterious sender had provided some sharp insights. Out of curiosity, she decided to check the email.

Unlocking her phone, Caroline opened her inbox. To her surprise, there were only two sentences in the message, repeated over and over.

[Don’t listen to Diana, or you won’t even know how you died.] [Why?]

Caroline’s mind raced. She had just discussed with Diana yesterday about setting up a scheme to get into Frederick’s bed. Now, she couldn’t help but ask Why.

[There’s no why. Just trust me and do as I say. Whatever Diana asks you to do, don’t do it.]

The reply came quickly, but such a vague response was as good as no answer at all.

Caroline typed back: [You’ve got to give me a reason.]

After all, Diana had practically paved the way for her to finally get close to Frederick, and someone was now telling her to abandon the plan? She had waited four long years for this chance—four years! Without a convincing reason, she wasn’t about to let such an opportunity slip away.

Yet, after sending the message, no further response came.

Caroline stared at her phone’s dark screen and sneered, “Hah. You’re just someone who happened to get one thing right. But wasn’t it Diana who made it happen? Without Diana pulling the strings, do you think Claire could have moved back? And now you tell me not to follow Diana’s plans? Ridiculous! Who knows what your real intentions are? You call me foolish? Are you any smarter? You’re just a cowardly nobody hiding in the shadows. Why should I trust you over Diana?”

Caroline muttered these words with growing disdain, convinced of her own cleverness. What she failed to realize, however, was that Diana’s every move was being closely monitored by Frederick.

In the Kingstown Security Department’s office, Richard reviewed the latest report his team had just delivered.

“General,” he said, addressing Frederick. “Ms. Diana Hawthorne is stirring up trouble again. She’s been inquiring about your plans for tomorrow at Eclipse Nightclub. She even…”

Richard trailed off, stepping closer to whisper into Frederick’s ear. “She even placed an order for Elysium Bliss.”