Sydney pursed her pale lips. "I slipped, but I don't think it’s that simple."
"Do you suspect something, darling?" Luke looked at her.
Sydney nodded. "I slipped because I stepped on something slippery when I came out of the cubicle, and I smelled a fragrance the moment I fell. It was probably shower gel or something similar."
"Why was there shower gel in front of your cubicle?" Luke’s eyes widened in surprise.
"I don’t know."
"Could it be that someone accidentally dropped their shower gel and spilled it in front of your cubicle, and you were just unlucky enough to step on it?” Luke stroked his chin and guessed.
Sydney narrowed her eyes slightly. "That’s possible, but not probable."
"How so?"
Sydney tilted her head at him. "Because I didn’t hear anything fall to the ground the whole time I was showering."
In other words, someone deliberately quietly poured shower gel in front of her cubicle door.
Luke immediately stood up. "It must be Lyra Madden. The only enemies we have in this resort are Lyra and Julien. Julien can't possibly enter the women's bath, so that leaves only Lyra."
"It's her. She happened to be there when you called me last night. She probably heard that I was going to the shower room and followed me up there." Sydney's fist clenched on the quilt.
Luke's chest rose and fell violently. "That woman is simply a snake. Call the cops. We have to call the cops. We can’t just let this matter go!"
He took out his phone from his pocket.
Sydney stopped him. "It's useless. There isn’t any monitoring in the shower room, so there's no way of proving that she poured the shower gel. Even if it’s determined that the shower gel on the ground is the same as hers, she can just lie and say that she accidentally spilled it. It’s not condemning evidence."
Luke frowned deeply. "If nothing works, then what are we supposed to do?"
Sydney pondered for a moment. "Unless we can get a recording of her admitting to intentionally harming me, we'll have to drop the matter."
"That’s easy." Luke smiled sinisterly. "I'll get someone with recording equipment to scare her a little. She'll definitely confess."
Sydney's eyes lit up for a moment. Just as she was about to answer, the doorbell rang.
"Who is it?" Luke walked toward the door.
When he opened the door, Julien and Lyra stood outside.
"Mr. Chase." Lyra smiled faintly at Luke.
Luke's expression darkened on the spot and he said rudely, "What are you here for?"
"We're here to see Sydney. Is she inside?" Julien's gaze fell on him.
Luke was dressed exactly the same as last night. It was obvious that he had spent the night in Sydney’s room.
When he thought of Sydney and Luke being alone in the same room, his eyes darkened and his heart was inexplicably irritated.
"Who is it, Luke?" Sydney's slightly weak voice inquired from in the room.
Luke did not hide it from her. He looked at the man and woman in front of him and said loudly, "President Flint and Ms. Madden. They said they're here to see you."
The room was silent for a few seconds, and then Sydney's voice sounded. "Let them in."
Luke somewhat reluctantly stepped to the side.
"Thank you." Lyra nodded at him with a smile and went in while holding Julien's arm.
Luke rolled his eyes. He closed the door and followed them.
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