A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator novel Chapter 327

There were some spoiled rich boys in their circle who praised Elissa’s looks and figure as if she were a goddess descended to earth, insisting she was the picture of innocence.

But seeing her in person… she really wasn’t all that.

She was nothing like a delicate flower—especially not in that plunging dress, which barely left anything to the imagination.

Honestly, she was practically begging for attention.

Paige Jensen could tell he was unimpressed, but at moments like this, she rarely needed to say a word. Butler Murphy quietly stood, walked to the Crest family’s Fourth Son, and murmured something in his ear.

The Fourth Son’s eyes lit up at once. “Really?”

“Of course,” Butler replied, smiling.

Marcia, meanwhile, sat in a haze, but when the ugly brute beside her started getting handsy, she began to suspect what was going on.

That old witch from the Murphy family had sold her out!

And all because Elissa wouldn’t cooperate.

Halfway through dinner, when the brute excused himself to the restroom, Marcia finally worked up the nerve to speak. “Madam, what is the meaning of this? I agreed to help you deal with Elissa, but I never said I’d sell my body—”

“You really think your body is worth that much?”

With a flick of her eyes, Paige signaled to Butler, who tossed a thick stack of photos in front of Marcia.

She hadn’t even picked them up yet—her gaze just landed on them when her pupils constricted. She scrambled to stuff the photos into her purse. “You investigated me?”

Not just a little digging, either. Nearly ten years’ worth of dirt.

Paige just smiled faintly, not even bothering to reply. Marcia immediately fell silent.

She finished her meal, grabbed her bag, and forced herself to leave with the practically disfigured Fourth Son of the Crest family.

But she made a mental note: Elissa would pay for this.

But when she got home, just as she was about to go upstairs, Carmela stopped her.

“You’re home early today,” Carmela said, eyeing her suspiciously. Seeing the wrinkles in Marcia’s clothes, she frowned. “Don’t tell me you’ve been sneaking off to see some man behind our backs?”

This woman—always so shameless.

First, she’d gotten pregnant and forced a marriage to her eldest son. Then, after becoming a widow, she’d instantly started something with the younger son. Now, she looked like she’d just rolled out of bed with some lover.

Marcia hadn’t expected to run into her. She stiffened, annoyed. “What do you take me for? I was just—”

“Mommy!”

Hickey Atwater suddenly barreled down the stairs, hugging her tight and refusing to let go.

Marcia felt her confidence return. “No matter what you think of me, I’m still Hickey’s mother. For his sake, I’d never do anything shameful.”