Chapter 327: Chapter 226: Tell Me, Are You Really Leaving? Part 1

The layout of this study was identical to the one in the villa, so Annabelle easily found the bookshelf.

Beside the bookshelf stood a large cabinet. She opened it and found many files and documents inside.

Finally, her gaze landed on a small safe in the corner.

Annabelle observed it for a moment and realized it required a password.

She only knew he had a habit of putting important things in this cabinet, but she had no idea there was a safe here.

’What could the password be...’

She lowered her gaze in thought and entered Leona Grant’s birthday.

Incorrect.

Frowning, she tried Vivian Yates’s birthday. Incorrect again.

Annabelle’s brow furrowed even deeper. She didn’t dare make another attempt.

If she guessed correctly, the safe would lock down after three incorrect attempts, or it might send an alert directly to Leona Grant.

If it sent an alert, she would be completely finished.

Annabelle gave up on the safe. She searched the study once more but came up empty-handed.

In the end, she had no choice but to leave.

She placed her foot on the railing, about to climb over, when a sharp light flashed in her eyes.

’I just tampered with Leona Grant’s safe.’

’When he gets back, he’ll definitely find out someone touched his safe. Won’t he be able to trace it back to me then anyway?’

’If he’s going to find out no matter what, why should I be so cautious?’

In the end, Annabelle returned to the safe. After thinking for a moment, she began entering a combination of Leona Grant’s and Vivian Yates’s birthdays.

However, she accidentally mistyped a digit, inadvertently entering a combination of Leona Grant’s and her own birthday instead.

That’s right, she and Vivian Yates were born in the same year. Only their birth months were different; Vivian was five months older than her.

That was why in her previous life, she had trusted her so much, practically treating her like family.

Annabelle gave a self-mocking smile and pulled her thoughts back to the present.

’Looking at the completely still safe, I feel like chopping off my own hands!’

But just as she was fuming with frustration, the safe slowly swung open.

Annabelle was speechless.

’That actually worked?’

Annabelle looked inside and instantly spotted a key that seemed to be a match for the large lock on the iron gate.

She didn’t know if it was the one, but it was the only key there.

Annabelle took it out and saw that the safe contained only three items.

The key, a ring, and a notebook.

The ring was their wedding ring.

A sarcastic smile touched Annabelle’s lips.

’To think he’d put something so useless in a safe. How absurd.’

There was also a black notebook, but she had no interest in looking at it. She took the key and closed the safe door.

She raised her arm to look at her watch. The hands pointed to two-thirty.

Annabelle’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Based on her observations over the past few days, there was a ten-minute window between 6:50 and 7:00 PM when the guards changed shifts.

The security was at its most lax during that time.

She planned to rescue Aaron Wyatt during that window.

Moreover, in her previous life, she had been trapped in this basement for four months, so she knew there was a back passageway.

The maids usually used it to bring her meals, so she was certain that passageway was a real route—a way out!

A look of determination flashed in Annabelle’s eyes.

’It’s all or nothing. No matter what, I have to try!’

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In the lavish "SEVEN" bar, brilliant lights shone, putting the decadence of the night on full display.

Leona Grant was carelessly downing one drink after another, showing no signs of stopping.

Xylas Shepherd felt a headache coming on as he watched. He rushed to stop him. "Come on, man, can you please stop drinking? You have a weak stomach. If you keep this up, you’re going to be in real trouble!"