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Ivy glided to the dining table, attempting to pour herself a glass of wine, but her hand hovered over the glass bottle, her fingers hesitating like a bird poised for flight. She sighed, her breath escaping with a sharp whoosh as she laid her hand down on the table."How can I bring myself to eat or drink anything after what happened?"Zack glanced at her, rising to his feet, his gaze softening as he approached her. His comforting hand stroked her shoulders while he tilted his head toward her ear. "It will be over soon. Finally, we found a lead; it will be only a matter of time before the mastermind is revealed."Ivy exhaled, her eyes rolling incredulously. "I doubt that..." She shrugged his hands off her shoulders, twisting around to face him. "She might be the lead, but she won't spill any information..."Zack cupped her cheek to calm the raging tension building within her. "Ivy....""Didn't you hear what she said?" She interrupted him, her voice breaking slightly. "She won't talk...

Ivy sipped her freshly brewed coffee, gazing out the window of the cozy French bistro. She felt disconnected from the warmth and comfort as her mind was a thousand miles away. This was it, one of the final straws to pull herself from the clutches of danger... that's if the conversation with her sister went as she planned... She adjusted her posture in her seat as the sound of high heels clinked on the terracotta tiles. Irene approached her with a strut, her eyes gleaming with superciliousness as she pulled out the chair, cutting off pleasantries. Ivy overlooked her behavior; at least she showed up looking like herself without a guise to mimic her face. She exhaled softly with a bogus smile spreading on her face, her eyes squinting with feigned delight. "Thanks for honoring my invite..." "Oh please, cut the formality and bullshit..." Irene replied abruptly, settling into the exquisite chair. "And what's up with the choice of restaurant, huh? What are you trying to do?" Irene

BACK AT THE BISTRO Irene's chest heaved slightly, suppressing her anger. "You are such a daredevil. You know how your claim riles me up, and you keep repeating it over and over again...." she said through gritted teeth, her face scrunched up in annoyance. They were staring at each other, just a few inches apart. The air was filled with heavy tension and unspoken emotions. Ivy still had her hand on her cheek; her fingers began sliding down her face as her gaze remained fierce. She walked closer to her, each step reverberating with defiance. "I will keep saying it until you finally see the truth... our father was never a murderer..." she said, her tone firm and provocative. Irene raised her hand again to slap her, but Ivy quickly predicted her action. Swiftly, she gripped Irene's hand, her eyes shooting daggers at her. "Let go of my hand," Irene warned, her eyes twitching from sheer anger. A smirk curved up Ivy's lips, a smug reflection visible in her eyes. "You know what you

Arriving at the villa took less than an hour. Ivy quickly stepped out of the limo, her heart heavy with sorrow—one that never seemed to fade away over the years. Unfortunately, her sister had ignited the old flames, and it was burning in its wake. Despite changing the subject to Jake Black while they rode back home, she couldn't get her conversation with Irene out of her head. It deeply reminded her of her past ordeal, which was filled with death and anguish.She tried brushing off the memory constantly clouding her mind so she could focus on the battle ahead. Yet her efforts to conceal those emotions were futile.She hastened to her bedroom, purposely ignoring Zack, who was calling her and following behind, wondering what was wrong. Yeah, he knew what was wrong, but he didn't know which of the situations was overwhelming her more. Was it about her sister claiming her father as a murderer or the imminent danger lurking in the shadows with the mastermind unknown?He couldn't pinpoint w

Ivy emerged from the sleek matte black Aston Martin, its gullwing door swooping open with a soft whoosh. As she stepped onto the crimson carpet, the golden ray of the morning sun danced across her polished stiletto. Her white V-neck suit-like top and loose pants shimmered with luxury, coupled with a matching short veil adorning her face.Walking towards the modern facade of the 'Aurora Museum of Art and Culture,' the plunking sound of her heels reverberated as if announcing her arrival to the world. This place signifies her last resort... where she might pull herself from the clashes with her enemies...With a warm smile, she walked off the carpet, making her way to the VIP area.As she settled into her seat, a low voice rang out from her earpiece. "Have you spotted him yet..."Ivy squinted, her eyes scanning the whole plaza. "Not yet. Didn't you say he has arrived?""Yes, look further; he is coming your way..." Finn's voice sounded again.Ivy crossed her legs, her gaze wandering abou