Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Chapter 343: She Panicked

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It was a text from an unfamiliar number, the contents of which were a picture.

Displayed in the picture was the poison that she requested Paul to prescribe to Old Madam Barker, along with an analysis of the poison’s chemical components.

Harmony sat up abruptly from the bed and startled the beautician. Before the beautician could retract her hand, the instrument she was holding left a scratch on Harmony’s cheek.

When the searing pain came, Harmony glared fiercely at the beautician and wanted to slap them. Unfortunately, she had to maintain a perfect reputation and did her best to restrain herself. She ordered gloomily, “Get out!”

The beautician got up in a hurry and rushed out before closing the door.

Harmony took a deep breath and held up her phone again. Her expression soured even more when she looked at the text message.

The old hag finally became seriously ill a few days ago, and Harmony was actually a little nervous due to her fear that Timothy would look into the matter.

She was completely relieved when she found out that Timothy seemed unconcerned after merely dropping by to look at the old woman’s surgical procedure.

Although the old hag was lucky to not have died, Harmony was sufficiently content to know that the old woman was in a coma and had not regained consciousness.

As long as her wedding with Timothy went smoothly, it would all become a foregone conclusion when she finally became the genuine Mrs. Barker. Even if the old hag woke up from the coma, there was no longer anything she could do to stop Harmony.

By then, Harmony could deal with that old woman with a mere snap of her fingers.

There was nothing to fear!

It just never occurred to her that she would receive such a text message at that juncture!

Who could the sender be? What did they want to do?

Harmony considered all sorts of possibilities, but the more she thought about it, the more chaotic her thoughts became.

In any case, her big wedding day was less than a day away. It was a very critical moment, and she must ensure that everything proceeded smoothly without a hitch.

Harmony calmed down and immediately dialed the unfamiliar number.

However, a cold robotic voice told her that the phone number did not exist!

‘Damn it!’

Harmony decided to dial another number and her call was answered quickly.

“Ms. Johnson.”

She went straight to the point and directly ordered, “I need you to find the owner of a phone number. Do it right this instant!”

“Yes!”

She sent the unfamiliar number to the person.

Five minutes later, the person called back, but their answer was, “Ms. Johnson, the number you sent isn’t authenticated with a real name. The owner can’t be traced.”

Harmony hung up with a sour expression.

A sudden thought occurred to her and she immediately called Paul. Unfortunately, there was also a cold message telling her that the phone she dialed had been switched off!

Whoever the other party was, they sure were prepared!

Under normal circumstances, Harmony could still calm herself down and analyze everything calmly, but things were different that day and she was unable to set her nerves at ease. Her panic had shot through the roof and she had to figure out what the other party was going to do!

Harmony grabbed her phone, quickly typed out a text message, then sent it to the unfamiliar number.

…

Back at Rochelle’s apartment, Samantha received a notification on her phone and glanced over. After seeing that it was a text from Harmony, she smirked and reached for her phone to open the message.

[Who are you? What do you want?]

Rochelle came out with some cut fruits and scented tea, which she placed down on the coffee table. She then sat beside Samantha, leaned over, and saw the text from Harmony. A contemptuous smile appeared on her face as she said, “You’re a psychic, Sammy. Harmony’s starting to panic.”

She had been wondering why Samantha did not make any moves during the past few days, but she finally understood what Samantha was planning.

When Samantha said she would be ‘waiting on the wings’, the moment she was waiting for was the day of the wedding.

Samantha chose to ‘attack’ Harmony a day before the wedding, partly to catch her off guard and partly to prevent her from having any time to fight back. After all, she had to deal with her wedding and could not afford to do anything that would destroy it.

When two people faced off, the one with the biggest weakness could do nothing except to be resoundingly defeated by their opponent!

Samantha grinned. “She’s already panicking and it’s just the beginning.”

She did not reply to the text and threw the phone on the sofa.

Rochelle handed a small piece of apple to Samantha and asked, “Aren’t you going to go in for the kill?”

Samantha munched on the apple while saying, “We have to take this nice and slow.”

Although Rochelle still did not understand what Samantha’s plan was, she did not ask any further and simply enjoyed herself while watching everything unfold.

She was extremely pleased to see Harmony this deflated!

…

More than three hours had passed since the text was sent but there was still no reply. Harmony’s panic grew from a tiny little niggling to something that was slowly eating away at her heart.

She had returned from the beauty salon to the apartment hotel where she lived, but she felt restless and cranky due to a flurry of thoughts appearing in her mind.

It was a terrible feeling when one was out in the open while one’s enemy was hidden in the dark!

She could only do her best to figure out who would want to go against her.

Old Madam Barker was the first suspect, but the old lady was in a coma. As for Aunt Julia, a petty little servant clearly had no such ability.

The second suspect was Rochelle, who over the years had been going head-to-head with her for the sake of a dead person. However, Rochelle did not have any special relationship with Old Madam Barker and did not move around much either. It was unlikely that Rochelle would know about the matter because her character was direct; she would have sent the incriminating evidence straight to the police station.

The third suspect would be the doctor, Paul Highton. However, he did not have the courage to threaten her, and she had no reason to fear him if he truly was the culprit. Killing him was easier than killing an ant!

The sky then darkened unknowingly and it was already evening.

Harmony has been feeling anxious ever since she received the text message in the morning. Her nerves were already in an extremely tense state, so when her phone received another notification, she nearly jumped up from the sofa like a frightened little bird.

She grabbed it and looked at the screen.

Sure enough, it was another text from the unknown number. Her fingers trembled as she opened the message.

It turned out to be a video.

After clicking play, she saw Paul sitting in front of the camera to recount how she had bribed him, threatened him, and poisoned Old Madam Barker. Every single detail was revealed.

Although Harmony had already guessed that things were moving in that direction, the video still hit her like a train and sent shockwaves throughout her body.

Harmony was not only flustered but deeply fearful as well.

She immediately replied: [What do you want? What the hell do you want!]

However, she received no reply just like before.

There was nothing she could do about it either. Like a trapped beast, she could only wait while anxiety and panic brewed within her.

…

It was getting later and the clock struck midnight, signaling the start of a new day.

Samantha looked up at the clock, then picked up her phone and sent the final text.