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Chapter 59

Author: C.ELLICA
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-30 18:41:18

DARREN'S POV

She said her name was Krystal McLaren and wanted to change it to Hunter.

But the moment she stepped out of that glass elevator, sharp in a monochrome Dior suit and those cold eyes that flicked over my office like I was part of the wallpaper, something twitched in my memory. A strand I couldn’t place. Her walk was calm, her posture regal—like someone who knew she belonged, even if no one else thought so.

She asked for legal consultation. Name change. Simple enough. Family issues. Financial restructuring of personal inheritance. She kept her tone casual, crisp, practiced. Not a flicker of vulnerability.

But something didn't sit right.

That name—Hunter—wasn’t ringing any bells, but Krystal... Krystal what?

She hadn’t offered more than the name on her file, but I saw the hesitation, that almost-imperceptible pause when she signed the intake form.

So after she left, polite and cool as chilled gin, I sat at my desk longer than usual. The name gnawed at me.

I tried to shake it o
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