Wendy had no choice but to slowly tell him the truth.After hearing everything, Malcolm laughed in irritation. “Wendy, you've got some nerve. You made up a connection that doesn't even exist, and now you're trying to pass it off as real. Aren't you worried you'll eventually get caught in your own lie?”“I thought coming to you would solve it. After all, we do have… history.”“You said it yourself. History means it’s in the past. If you want something from me now, you’ll need new leverage.”Malcolm paused for a moment. “Lumière Hotel, Room 808. Two o’clock this afternoon. I’ll wait for you there. If you need something, come talk to me in person.”Wendy hesitated briefly, but given her situation, she had no choice but to force herself to agree. “Fine…”---That evening.Alvina sat in her atelier, fully absorbed in blending a perfume.With her head lowered, she held a scent strip in her left hand and a dropper in her right, adjusting the formula drop by drop.The table in front of her wa
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