Chapter 596

Wilma's eyes flickered. After a few seconds, she hung up on June without hesitation, ignoring three more calls before switching off her phone. "Oh, this dress is perfect for my figure!" she exclaimed, admiring herself in the mirror.

At Luna Villa, June looked taken aback. Turning to Tiffany, she said, "Miss Kelley, Wilma isn't answering."

Tiffany, busy preparing medicine, chuckled. "Well, that's expected. A selfish, shameless person who suddenly stumbles into luxury won't willingly let go."

June hesitated, annoyed. "So we just let her be?" she asked, knowing this would upset Melody.

Tiffany shook her head, carefully adding ingredients to her mixture, including a drop of her own blood. "This is just the beginning," she replied. She intended to see Melody confess and pay for her crimes, ensuring the murderer faced consequences. Someone had to be responsible for Jade's and Ged's deaths, and Wilma was the bait.

"Miss Kelley, what do we do next?" June asked, understanding Tiffany's plan.

"Cut off her access to the credit card," Tiffany replied. Without Melody's card, Wilma would have no more money.

"Yes!" June exclaimed, immediately taking action.

Over the weekend, Wilma had indulged in extravagant shopping sprees, confident in Melody's wealth. She assumed her card was limitless, until she tried to buy a $20,000 diamond necklace. With a smug air, she tossed the card to the salesgirl, saying, "Charge it."

A beep sounded. "I'm sorry," the salesgirl said. "Your card balance is zero. Please provide a different card."

Wilma's eyes widened. "Zero? Impossible!" she exclaimed, grabbing the card reader to confirm the zero balance. "It worked yesterday!" she muttered, clenching her teeth and trying another card. The same thing happened, and again, and again, until, after six or seven attempts, the salesgirl's polite demeanor turned condescending. She suspected Wilma was pretending to be wealthy.

Wilma felt a stab of humiliation, a flashback to her old life. She remembered winning a few thousand dollars at poker, only to be humiliated when she couldn't afford a gold bracelet she'd tried to buy. She'd stolen the bracelet out of spite, but the memory of those sneering faces haunted her. After two days of luxury, she'd believed everyone should cater to her whims, but her fantasy had collapsed quickly.

Seething, she removed the jewelry and hurried away, casting a defiant glance back, vowing to possess it.

Back at the villa, Wilma unleashed her fury on the servants, grabbing Fleur by the collar. "Who are my parents? Why aren't they sending me money?" she demanded.

Fleur gasped. "Let goof me"

"Talk now!" Wilma snapped. Her temper was notoriously volatile; calm, she could feign politeness, but enraged, she was a nightmare. At home, she'd frequently brawled with her husband and in-laws. Tears welled in Fleur's eyes as she watched "Melody" descend into a rage, spouting nonsensical questions.

"Your allowance is transferred monthly by Mr. Kelley's staff," Fleur explained. "The payment date hasn't arrived."

Charlie provided a generous monthly allowance, but Melody lacked moderation. Surrounded by luxury, her appetite only grew. Wilma, unaware of this, repeated Charlie's name, muttering, "So he's keeping me here? He must be loaded."

Fleur frowned, puzzled, but Wilma, oblivious, searched Melody's phone for Charlie's number (the body swap hadn't changed their clothes or phones). Finding "Charlie Kelley," she called, affecting a sweet voice. "Sweetheart, I'm out of cash," she cooed. Silence. Then, Charlie hung up, instructing his butler to contact a psychiatrist.

Wilma, learning of the psychiatrist's visit, hurled objects, driving the doctor away. "You're the one who's insane!" she screamed.

Her weekend ended in bitter frustration. On Monday morning, the driver opened the car door to take her to school.

Although thirty, Wilma found the idea of returning to school off-putting. A teenage troublemaker skilled at bullying and stealing, she eagerly entered the car upon learning Lovell School was prestigious. With her new face, she expected attention.

Arriving at school in Melody's body, she was dazzled, her wonder tinged with greed. She tried to pocket a gilded nameplate, coveted the grand architecture, and even snatched change dropped by a girl on the path.

Within two class periods, students noticed something was "off" about "Melody."