Chapter 462: Chapter 462: The Last Bit of Kindness
The main theme is suspicion that Evelyn Curtis was sent to prison by Charlotte Thompson.
It’s accompanied by photos of the two women in a fierce rivalry from a previous jewelry design competition. The author suspects that Charlotte harbored resentment which led her to deliver a fatal blow to Evelyn at the peak of her career.
The post ended with this sentence.
"I, along with a few of Evelyn’s loyal fans, have identified a prison where Evelyn might very likely be held. But the prison is in a remote location, unaccessable to the general public. We begged outside the prison for hours but couldn’t get in. We all have the same premonition - Evelyn is in there for sure."
"We are all worried for her. Please netizens, kindly help raise awareness and let Charlotte, the bitch, respond!"
This lengthy post by a fan sparked lively discussions in the comment section for the first time.
While some of Evelyn’s hardcore fans accepted this without question, most netizens remained skeptical.
"No way, no way. Does the author read too many mystery novels? Do you think it’s that easy to put someone in prison? Wake up, the internet is not above the law, defamation carries responsibilities."
"Finally, someone who gets it. My five-year-old nephew knows not to talk nonsense. Are you really saying that Charlotte could put someone in prison just like that? LOL, if Evelyn didn’t do something wrong, could Charlotte just put her in prison out of thin air?"
"Exactly, if she really is in there, she must have deserved it!"
The comments mostly expressed dissent, with some even blatantly demanding the poster to produce evidence.
The poster was taken aback by these comments, gasping for air.
He replied to the most liked comment: "Just wait and see. By tomorrow at the latest, I’ll make you eat your words."
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the city.
A man nearing forty had a camera around his neck, a black baseball cap on his head, and an angry expression on his somewhat emaciated face.
He checked his phone, looked up at the nearby prison, and swore angrily.
"Damn, they dare doubt me."
He put his phone in his pocket and slightly bent over.
Not too tall at slightly over five feet, the man nearly vanished amidst the waist-high wild grass.
A breeze swept across the grass tips. This secluded suburb was hardly visited by anyone.
The day’s last rays of sunshine made people sleepy. A prison guard yawned, preparing for shift change.
The moment he turned around, a shadow shot out from the grass, as swift as a highly agile cat.
The man had taken off his shoes for the run, so there was no sound. The prison guard was entirely unaware, allowing him to dash swiftly into the prison.
The man, camera in hand, cautiously ascended one floor of the prison. After searching for a few minutes, he finally reached the top floor.
There was only one room on the top floor, at the end of the hallway.
The man cautiously approached, squinting his eyes to observe.
The room was almost completely closed off, without any light filtering in.
Excitement surged in the man’s heart. He had a hunch that Evelyn Curtis was in there.
Without further thought, he crouched down to carefully examine the corner of the room. Suddenly, his eyebrows shot up. Indeed, there was a fist-sized hole in the shadows of the corner.
Charlotte didn’t go all the way. She left this hole as a final piece of mercy for Evelyn Curtis.