Chapter 69

-JOANNE—

Two days before my celebratory party. Theodore and I are seated with Hardy in one of the mansion’s empty rooms, talking about the twentieth.

For some reasons. I felt enlightenment.

Because Hardy was always fond of disdaining me whenever it came to sharing his plans. He would only let Theodore in on it, but tonight he was making me part of it.

And it made sense because I was aware of it all.

We were trying to fix the crazy puzzle together and rearrange ours.

Trinity had walked in and out of the room every now and then, getting us water and all sorts of food.

We’ve spent a good six hours in the room trying to come up with different alternatives and routes to take if plans A or B don’t align and manage to collide.

We’ve managed to come to the conclusion that Lisa’s killer could be anyone. But the source we needed to pick from was from the White Ale-o house.

Hardy looked unfazed, mentioning Lisa’s name a few times, and I tried to fight the urge to scream the truth out lou