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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three

作者: Author Eunice
last update 公開日: 2026-05-20 23:43:57

Chloe

The nurse Diana had hired walked into the sitting room looking defeated, her shoulders slumped and her face pale. Diana and I sat on the plush sofa, glasses of wine in hand, expecting good news about Dorian's death.

Instead, the nurse wrung her hands nervously.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry," she began quietly. "It wasn't successful."

Diana's wine glass paused halfway to her lips.

"What do you mean it wasn't successful?" she demanded, as her voice became sharp and dangerous.

The nurse shifted her wei
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    DanikaI stepped out of Dr. Morrison's office with my mind racing through logistics. Seventy-two hours to pull off the impossible. I needed a realistic mannequin that could pass as Dorian's corpse, at least long enough for the death to be pronounced and the body "prepared for burial."I pulled out my phone and searched for high-end mannequin companies in the city. Most specialized in retail displays, but one listing caught my attention: "LifeLike Figures - Custom Realistic Mannequins for Medical Training and Film."Perfect.I called immediately."LifeLike Figures, this is Andrew speaking," a professional voice answered."I need to speak to the manager," I stated urgently. "It's extremely time-sensitive.""That's me. How can I help you?""I need a custom mannequin," I explained, choosing my words carefully. "An exact replica of a specific person. How fast can you create it?"There was a pause."That depends on the level of detail required," Andrew replied. "For a basic figure, maybe a

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