Guest room, southwest corner of the third floor. Hearing the sudden activity in the garden below, the man resting on the bed slowly opened his eyes. The lids trembled like cicada wings. In the next instant it was as if stars had fallen into a deep sea. His cool, handsome face remained expressionless, yet the faint movement of his eyes betrayed a ripple of inner unrest. He rose, one hand pressed to his chest, and walked to the window. As he watched the convoy of cars slowly leave the manor, a thin cold smile touched his lips. Then he picked up his phone and dialed. “Ms. Hale. Come see me.” A few minutes later Ms. Hale knocked and entered, voice already trembling. “Second Master… you’re back.” Julian Reid turned, looked at the old servant, and smiled faintly. “Ms. Hale, I thought you were the one who invited me home. Yet you’ve been hiding, too afraid to face me. What is this playing me for a fool?” Ms. Hale dropped to her knees with a heavy thud. “Second Master
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