Novel & Cerita Did Fleur Delacour Die

she bellowed as she lunged at Fleur. Fleur quickly leapt aside, while Mr. Noon—who had been standing beside Yora all this while—moved and kicked Jade squarely in the stomach. Jade was sent tumbling to the floor, clutching her stomach. She coughed a mouthful of blood and soon collapsed, unconscious. Helen felt a chill running down her spine even as she looked on. After all, it was clear that Yora was dead set on protecting Fleur. "T-This is an outrage!" Gina cried even as she tried to pick up the pieces of the recorder. "Destroying evidence in broad daylight?! Madam Yimmel, you're—"

32 By the time I returned to London, my unquenchable thirst for revenge knew no limits. The first few weeks were nothing but funerals. I even managed to attend the funeral of Pierre Clavell; Madame Charlotte Julien's absence did not go unnoticed, but what the congregation didn't know was that the day after the explosion, she passed away peacefully in her sleep. Another link in the chain, broken.

Like I hadn't just lost him forever. "Sir Florian?" one of the doctors said, but there was no reply. Florian Hunt was still, very beautiful, and very dead.

It was the investigator I was talking to last week so I immediately answered the call. "Hello? Did you find out something about Fleur?” I will ask. "Yes sir. Amari Fleur Guevarra was raised in Paris, Lilet Devera was the only one who raised Fleur but she was not the mother. According to the people I talked to here in Paris, when I asked, Fleur said she was an Alessandra Guevarra." The investigator's words seemed to make my chest pound. All these years I thought Alessandra was dead as well as our son but they were only in Paris.

“One hundred percent. And there is another else, but I’ll wait until the hunt is over to tell you.” “Hello, there, Violette. Are you ready to die?” Flora suddenly chimed in. She was busy talking with another noblewoman before until she forgot about my existence. “Not yet, My Lady.” “It’s even better that you are not ready. Your dying moment will be much fun to watch then.” Violette’s mouth twitched slightly, then she replied again, “Winning sounds rather fun to me, My Lady.” “Well, you can dream.” “I will.”

“That was how she moved unseen... How she slipped beyond our reach while we were left searching blindly. And Morvain intended to kill her... He planned to silence Lila after she uncovered his secret.” “...and there is more,” he said darkly. “Morvain was also the one who killed the warrior who had conspired with Flora. He staged it as an accident. There is only one conclusion to draw from this... the Deltors were behind the poisoning incident.” Villion let out a sudden laugh. “If you choose not to believe me... that is entirely up to you... But regardless of your disbelief... I will still share this information with you.”

Elsa made up an instant reply for Fleur “He did…”With a sour smile, Fleur looked at her hand and tears rolled down in her eyes “Sniff…..”Fleur couldn’t stop her rolling tears that fell on Elsa’s hand “You are crying? What happened?" Elsa let go of the hand and held onto her face and lifted it, she saw her mother’s eyes sad “It's about Mike…I don’t know where he is,……….Everyone is saying he is dead..”Without a reason, Fleur felt comfortable with Fleur and told her about her sadness

she asked herself. “What is bothering you, Lilith?” Rain got a hold of her hands, trying to convince her to tell her what was going on. “Rain, Florate is dead,” she finally broke the ice, not waiting for the news to sink in before explaining what she knew to the best of her knowledge. “He had come with the rest of the Trivenians to rescue both of us, but he died in battle; it was no one’s fault.” “What?!” Tears flowed freely down Rain’s eyes. “What do you mean Florate is dead? Is this a joke or something?” She looked confused.

Flora asked tentatively. “I’m beginning to think so.” I nodded. “And did she…did she kill the witch?” Her voice dropped to a whisper, but I didn’t think she noticed. “She did.” I replied and watched as Flora let out a great sigh of relief. The teacup in her hand rattled as she set it on the table. I swore I saw some of the weight leave her eyes, evaporating as relief took its place.

I could not tell what she meant by that. “He was right,” I managed. At the door, Victoire paused. “I’ll be making my decision about the Montgomery-Baldwin offer by the end of the week. I thought you should know.” As the door closed behind her, I sank back into my chair. The sister of the man I’d killed now held power over my business future—a poetic justice I couldn’t deny. My phone rang—Lila from Boston. “How’s Fleur?” I asked immediately. “Responding well to the first treatment phase,” she replied, her voice tired but hopeful. “The doctors are optimistic.”