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007: The hook

Author: Makie P
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-29 13:06:08

Isabella's POV

I slapped together two sandwiches with whatever I could find. I got some ham, cheese and lettuce, but I could barely concentrate on what I was doing. My mind kept circling back to that number.

Ten million dollars!

When I walked back into the living room carrying two plates of sandwiches, Elena was sitting exactly where I left her, but she looked more composed. Maybe hearing about the money had given her some comfort.

"Here," I said, offering her one plate. "You need to eat something."

"Thank you, but I really don't have an appetite," Elena said, even though she took the plate.

I set my own plate on the coffee table and sat back down, trying to appear casual. "Who was that on the phone? I couldn't help but overhear."

Elena's face brightened slightly. "Oh, that was Mr. Chadwick from the Insurance company. He was calling about Marcus' life insurance policy."

"Life insurance?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "Marcus had life insurance?"

"Apparently so," Elena said,
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