Help Me Up “All right, let’s head back,” Stella finally instructed the driver to leave once more.

On their way out, the assistant was somewhat puzzled. “Stella, was that Ms. Evans outside just now?”

Stella looked at her. “You must act as if you’ve seen nothing about this matter, and you can’t tell anyone.”

The assistant became even more confused.

We just saw Cassandra outside a restaurant. Why do I have to pretend I didn’t see anything and can’t tell anyone about it?

Stella didn’t offer any explanation. Although she was aware that Cecilia was bound to face some kind of ordeal, she had no intention of sharing this with anyone.

Deep down, she still wished for Cecilia’s demise.