The Fortune-Telling Heiress
Chapter 210

Chapter 210

Cynthia noticed Madison's silence and began tilling with her fingers, "Helena is a kind soul. Even after being wronged, she never sought revenge. She just wants her parents to see her act in a film."

She added, "While she was on set, she always stayed quietly behind the camera and never scared anyone. If Shane wasn't capturing her on screen, we would't have even known she was there. She has never banned anyone." Shane frowned, wondering if Cynthia was trying to shift the blar to him for capturing Helena on scree

Madison raised an eyebrow and asked Helena, "Did you have anything to do with the incidents that happened on set 2"

Helena shook her head. "It wasn't me. I've always been inside the monitor. I could only appear in the footage; I couldn't come out of the monitor"

Madison lowered her gaze.

Shane quietly asked, "31s. Locke, is something wrong?

Madison glanced at Helena and shook her head at Shane.

Shane turned to Cynthia. "I need to discuss something with Ms. Locke, Can you talk to her and help keep her emotions steady?"

After Madison and Shane left the lounge and antved at the filming location, he asked nervously, "Ms. Locke, is there a problem?

Madison tested her hand on the monitor and lightly tapped it. "Before you noticed Helena, the crew had already experienced several unusual events, right?"

Shane nodded. "An actor fell into the water, an intern got injured, and there was the shadow of a woman in the mirror..."

Shane's voice faded as he widened his eyes in shock. He glanced at Madison, then quickly turned back toward the lounge. He felt a chill running through him. Helena said she's always been inside the screen and has never come out," Madison nodded.

As Shane scanned the area, a sense of unease settled in. "She also mentioned that she could never have emerged from the screen without you, Ms. Locke." Madison nodded again.

Shane felt a tightness in his chest. He instinctively stepped closer to her, swallowing hard as he asked, "Ms. Locke, is it what I think it is?

He glanced around, lingering on every shadow before quieldy moving his gaze away. Compared to Helena, he felt a deeper tear of whatever was harming the crew. Madison gently tapped the screen, creating a rhythmic sound. Shane followed the noise, and his gaze quicldy landed on the screen. He gasped and asked, "Ms. Locke, are you saying this is a problem with the monitor?"

Madison sat in front of the monitor as Shane rushed over. He stared at the black screen and swallowed hard again

"Where did this monitor come from?" she asked,

Shane touched the device. "The last one broke, so we got this secondhand replacement. Ms. Locke, is it a problem with the monitor?"

Madison asked, "From a normal perspective, was Helena's life tragle?"

Shane nodded. "Yes, it was tragic"

Madison continued, "What kind of person would have no desire for revenge and only want to fulfill their dream of performing for their parents after suffering a brutal death like Helena's?" Shame frowned deeply.

A voice cut through the tension. Cynthia burst in, her face flushed with anger. "No one but a saint could do such a thing."

She stormed over and slammed her fist against the machine. "It has to be Rayson. That scoundrel is definitely behind this,"

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Cynthia often wrote dramatic plots that seemed far-fetched to the audience. Yet, she knew that real life could be even more abound and cruel than fiction.

Only a saint could endure a lifetime of suffering without harboring any resentment,

"That bastand won't let anyone rest, even in death," Cynthia said through clenched teeth.

Shane's expression remained serious as he fell into a helpless silence.

Madison tapped the machine with her lenickles and said, "Open it. Let's see what's inside."