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One of them called, I turned. "The books you requested are on top of your bed." Delilah said. "Thanks, Delilah." I mumbled before walking away. Miss Elena sounds much better, ah. I sat on the cushion in the room, flipping into the pages of 'The Tale of two cities.' It was the first edition and I was astonished at how the first could be found here. I also noticed that all the five books she brought were of the first edition of each one of them. I was still reading 'The death riders' when I found myself dozing off.

Assurance that she is always at her side and comfort that she never receives from her family. FLORA is in the library of the mansion. Her Nanny left her there to get a refreshment for her while reading children 's books together. Flora was just obediently waiting for her Nanny when she saw a familiar face between the shelves of the big library. Flora got off from her seat as she started to go where she saw the familiar person. She walked between the shelves as she slowly peaked between the books. Her eyes widened when she saw Giselle reading a book between the shelves. She watched Giselle reading and the more she watched her the more she fell in her beauty. She feels like she saw a fairy in

She wasn’t sure what this new chapter would demand from her. When she reached the bedroom, she quietly opened the door, expecting to find the space empty and inviting. Instead, what she saw made her stop in her tracks. Mrs. Hayden, the housekeeper, was standing by the bed, holding Delilah’s large black book—the book! The one where Delilah had jotted down notes about her clients' gory requests. It wasn’t just any book—it was private, and Mrs. Hayden had it open, her eyes scanning its pages with a focused intensity.

I kept scrolling and reading the information until I got to some uploaded photos on that site. “La Collection d’Amari?” I said when I got to the last photo, and I found out that it was luxury jewelry, so I stopped reading the information on that site. Fleur is a fashion designer, not a jewelry designer. I've been browsing the internet for almost an hour but still can't find any information about Fleur. I closed the tabs, and then my laptop shut down. I didn't think that Fleur was such a private person that even the internet couldn't give her almost any information. I was about to quit looking for Fleur when Hans and Mira suddenly entered my mind.

“Tell your men to dig her up.” “They’ve already returned to Paris.” “Fuck!” I left him there and ran out of the house, Adrien following me. Chapter 18 Fleur I was nearly submerged. The water didn’t fill the coffin as drops anymore. So much rainwater had penetrated the soil that it turned into mud, and it leaked into my watery grave. It came in from all sides, bringing the cold and the filth.

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