Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 2

Five years later.

At CozyBean Café.

A masculine voice broke the morning silence, “Joyce! Come here! Deliver this order to Noblewood

Retreat.”

“Mr. Sabri, my name is Julie Abraham,” Julie, dressed in her delivery uniform, a half–ponytail, replied with a warm smile on her face, looking at the middle–aged man in front of her.

The manager Sabri glanced at her dismissively, shoved a few cups of freshly–ground coffee into her hands, and said, “I don’t give a hoot about your name, just get these to this address. Here are the motorbike keys, drive carefully. If you crash, no big deal, but don’t wreck the bike.”

Julie took the coffee and the motorbike keys, then turned and left the café.

She’d been working at this café for almost five years. For the same time since she’d changed her name, yet the manager still couldn’t remember her new name correctly.

Julie shook her head with a smile, skillfully placed the coffee into the delivery box on the motorcycle, took a deep breath, and started the motorbike.

Noblewood Retreat!

She was no stranger to this place. Five years ago, she and Kieran had lived in a villa in Noblewood Retreat, living a carefree life of luxury.

Now, she was returning to the Noblewood Retreat, dressed in a delivery outfit, riding on an old

motorbike.

Julie suddenly forgot which villa it was. She stopped the motorbike, looked down at the address, and surprisingly found that her bike was parked right in front of the villa where she and Kieran had lived.

Ironically, the delivery address in her hand was for this very villa.

Her messy hair, forelock damp with sweat, stood in stark contrast to the noble, beautiful pure white European–style villa.

She didn’t even know what made her stand there. If she knew before that she would be delivering to this place, she probably wouldn’t have come.

According to the news, Bertha and Kieran’s wedding was at the end of this month, about a week away.

Had Bertha’s six–year wait finally paid off? Were she and Kieran finally going to form a happy family with their child?

Julie’s fingers, clutching the delivery bag, slightly whitened from the force. She felt a chill run through her.

Finally, she took a deep breath, turned around, and chucked all the coffees into the trash bin. She really wasn’t in the mood to do this delivery. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Silently, Julie walked towards her motorbike, just stepping on the pedal.

Suddenly, a scream came from behind her.

Startled, Julie slipped, falling over with the motorbike on top of her. The pain felt like her bones were crushed.

Before she could react, she heard a heavy sound.

The sound was a heavy object falling to the ground.

The woman who had just jumped from the building was lying less than a meter away from her, thick. blood flowing from her nose.

“Bertha?” Julie’s eyes widened, looking at the woman who had jumped in disbelief, uncertainly calling

her name.

The dark red liquid quickly stained the white tiles on the ground. Bertha opened her mouth, as if wanting to say something. But in the end, she couldn’t speak and stopped breathing.

Julie raised her head to look at where Bertha had jumped, but saw a shadow flash on the top floor of the

villa.

She didn’t get a clear look at the shadow before everything went black and she passed out.

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