The main the is suspicion that Evelyn Curtis was sent to prison by Charlotte Thompson.
It’s accompanied by photos of the two won in a fierce rivalry from a previous jewelry design competition. The author suspects that Charlotte harbored resentnt 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 sa 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 comnt section for the first ti.
While so 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 soone in prison? Wake up, the internet is not above the law, defamation carries responsibilities."
"Finally, soone who gets it. My five-year-old nephew knows not to talk nonsense. Are you really saying that Charlotte could put soone in prison just like that? LOL, if Evelyn didn’t do sothing 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 comnts mostly expressed dissent, with so even blatantly demanding the poster to produce evidence.
The poster was taken aback by these comnts, gasping for air.
He replied to the most liked comnt: "Just wait and see. By tomorrow at the latest, I’ll make you eat your words."
anwhile, on the outskirts of the city.
A man nearing forty had a cara around his neck, a black baseball cap on his head, and an angry expression on his sowhat emaciated face.
He checked his phone, looked up at the nearby prison, and swore angrily.
"Damn, they dare doubt ."
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 mont 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, cara 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.
Excitent 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 rcy for Evelyn Curtis.
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