Chapter 601

The servant hesitated, unsure if the person in Melody's body was truly Melody or Wilma.

Hearing the report, June glanced at Tiffany, surprise flickering in her eyes. Moments before, Tiffany had confidently assured her Wilma would come alone. June had been skeptical, but Wilma had arrived.

Composing herself, June said, "Tell her Miss Kelley won't see her. Send her away." Tiffany, in June's opinion, wasn't someone anyone could simply meet. Besides, Wilma's sudden appearance suggested she'd hit a roadblock. Dealing with such people required firmness; they needed to show Wilma she couldn't take advantage of them.

"Understood," the servant replied, promptly retreating.

Meanwhile, Wilma was panicking. After escaping Lorenzo's men during a phone call, she was battered and bruised, fearing they were waiting at her villa. Desperate, she sought help from Tiffany at Luna Villa.

Tiffany refused to see her. Frantic, Wilma grabbed the departing servant's arm, pleading, "Please, let me in! I need to see Miss Kelley. I'm begging you!"

The servants of Luna Villa, trained by June, were exceptional. The servant brushed Wilma's hand away, saying, "Miss Kelley is a diamond among women. Do you think you can just demand to see her?"

"I'm begging you," Wilma pleaded.

"Leave now, before I have you thrown out," the servant replied icily, turning away.

Anxious and unable to enter, Wilma lowered her voice, pleading, "At least deliver a message for me."

She continued, "Tell Miss Kelley I'll never dare cross her again. I'll obey her without question. I won't defy her. Please."

The servant relayed the message. June glanced at Tiffany, instantly understanding her subtle expression, and instructed the servant, "Let her in."

Minutes later, Wilma cautiously entered Luna Villa. The brightly lit villa, with its understated luxury and refined taste, was unlike anything she'd experienced. But nothing compared to Tiffany, reclining lazily on a chaise lounge.

Dressed in a pale lavender silk nightgown, Tiffany's flawless skin glowed. Leaning on one arm, she watched television lazily. Her elegant neck and collarbones were stunning; her very aura commanded respect.

Wilma approached Tiffany, saying, "Miss Kelley, I was wrong. I shouldn't have let greed blind me. I shouldn't have betrayed you for fleeting riches, or feigned loyalty while disobeying your orders."

Her voice trembled; she almost knelt. June, nearby, looked at Wilma with disdain. Wilma, despite Melody's beautiful face and figure, remained awkward and out of place—a poor imitation.

When Tiffany remained silent, Wilma nervously called out, "Miss Kelley—"

Tiffany yawned, seemingly just registering Wilma's presence. "What trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? Speak."

Wilma replied, "I I was kidnapped." She gestured to her severe bruises and scrapes, her wounds caked with dirt and grime, leaving her pale and near fainting. Yet, she recounted her abduction, pleading, "Miss Kelley, please help me!"

Tiffany raised an eyebrow, amused. "Do you remember the terms we agreed upon?" Wilma had signed a contract, agreeing to follow Tiffany's commands unconditionally, in exchange for a commission. Astonishingly, she'd broken the agreement on the first day.

Tiffany smiled mockingly. "And why should I help you? So you can betray me again as soon as you're out of trouble?"

"I won't! I swear I won't!" Wilma insisted desperately. Her greed was undeniable, but her fear of death outweighed her desires. If Tiffany refused help, Lorenzo's men would recapture her, forcing her back into her old body, where Melody would kill her. Returning to Tiffany was her only hope; she could still get the promised $200,000 and afford cosmetic surgery.

Wilma pledged her loyalty. "Miss Kelley, I was blinded by greed and broke our agreement. From now on, I'll honor my commitment. Whatever you command, even the most dangerous task, I'll obey without hesitation!"

Tiffany glanced at her indifferently. "Are you sure?"

Wilma replied, "If I'm lying, you can do anything to me!"

Tiffany said, "Alright then. The first thing I want you to do is turn yourself in."

That night, Wilma went straight to the nearest police station. She remained there for two hours. Meanwhile, Lorenzo's men waited impatiently nearby.

One grumbled, "Damn it. She escaped. She's probably reporting us." Police involvement would make getting her back much harder. Melody, however, couldn't wait.

Gripping Lorenzo's arm, she pleaded, "Why haven't you brought her back? Do something!" She couldn't bear her current appearance another second.

Lorenzo scowled, crushing his cigarette. He barked, "Move faster. I don't care how you do it, get her out!"

The men were about to leave when they saw Wilma exiting the police station.