[Alice’s POV]I didn’t open the door.Instead, through the surveillance screen, I stared fixedly at the woman standing in the rain. She was holding the bouquet of white tulips in her arms, and her beautiful face looked so familiar and unfamiliar under the light of the villa’s porch. Her features, her charm, and even the slightly upturned corners of her mouth bore an uncanny resemblance to my dead sister Sylvia.But as I stared at her, I saw a hint of cunning and confidence that Sylvia never had.Pressing the intercom button, I asked with a nervous tremble in my voice:“Who are you?”The woman chuckled at the camera, her eyes carrying a hint of triumphant pride.“Didn’t Mr. David tell you? I’m Emry.” Her voice was soft and sweet, but with a sharp edge.“Emry?” I turned the name over in my mouth. “No, David hasn’t mentioned you,” I said.She chuckled again. “Well, this is awkward,” she said, although her tone didn’t sound awkward at all. With a wry smile, she looked dead into the camera
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