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Then, she got out of the car, terribly upset. “You little bastard shut the f*ck up!” Lilian revealed her true form. She opened the door of the back seat and got in. The little girl panicked. “What are you doing, Little Aunt? What are you going to do to me?” “Shut the f*ck up!” Lilian viciously reprimanded Blair. At this time, she acted like a wild beast in a frenzy, her eyes were bloodshot, and she wore a fierce expression. “Little… Little Aunt, don’t scare me. I’m scared!” Tears streamed down Blair’s eyes like rivers. She was only a seven-year-old little girl. She could not bear such a scare.

The only outfit that I guess would have been a little bit fair for this outing was damaged earlier today by Adrian and her accomplice, Tricia. He smiled knowingly. “Don’t worry about that. Lilian can help you sort that out. She’s a pro at finding something nice for people. Just let her do her magic.” I hesitated. “Lilian? The woman from earlier?” “Yeah. She’s been with my family for years. You can trust her,” he said, sounding so confident that for a moment I actually believed him. I glanced down at the clean pajamas I was still wearing and sighed again. “You really think this is a good idea?”

” she groaned upon mentioning her brother and buried her face on my soft pillow. ”Oh,right...” I forgot to mentione that Lili has an older brother, Bill, and he’s very strict when it comes to Lili that whenever he comes home for the holidays, he never let Lili wear anything above the knee dresses, skirts, even pants and shorts and she can’t wear sleeveless tops and croptops. He also tell me not to wear revealing clothes like he’s also my plder brother. Now I know why Lili looks so bothered. ”Now what? Will you just forget about the offer?”

What if he spoke to Adrian about it? What if he started asking questions? And what about Lily? She had been suspicious lately. Everyone was looking too closely. I tucked a strand of hair more securely around my neck, ensuring the mark remained hidden. Lila noticed the movement and smirked. “You better start wearing turtlenecks,” she teased. “I will,” I replied dryly. She sighed dramatically and pushed off my desk. “Anyway, must be nice. Having someone you can’t wait to see. Someone who leaves marks like that.”

“There’s more. One of the names—one of the aliases—matched a file I’ve been chasing for months.” She blinked. "Wha… file? He exhaled and leaned back against her counter. "Have you ever heard the name Bill Darcy?" he asked. Her breath caught—not because she knew him. She didn't. But the name carried weight, the kind newspapers used sparingly. The kind Lilian avoided because stories of crime and syndicates felt too close, too real, too echoing of the mess her marriage had spiraled into. “No,” she whispered. “Should I have?”

AIDAN Lila reappeared, decked out in a tailored blazer, slacks, and a simple button-down shirt. She’d swept her hair up neatly into a no-nonsense updo. She tugged nervously at her blazer. “What do you think?” she asked, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. “Beautiful, sweetheart,” I told her. “Ditto,” said Clio. “You look like you’re ready to nail a perp on the stand.”

As Billy entered the ward, he saw Liliane silently weeping, clutching her chest. "Dad." Liliane looked at Billy with teary eyes and suddenly thought of Leah, who was captured. Urgently, she pleaded, "Dad, Mom's been arrested. Hurry and save her!" Billy examined Liliane from head to toe. He had once believed firmly that Liliane was his biological daughter and saw similarities between them. But now, the cruel truth stood before him, and he could no longer deceive himself into thinking that Liliane resembled him in any way.

Darius said as he stepped into the room in a perfectly fitted tuxedo, Lilah perched proudly on his shoulders like a tiny queen in her pink, fluffy princess dress. “And we stay beautiful,” Lily declared, snapping her fingers dramatically before misting my face with setting spray like she was performing some kind of beauty ritual. “Thank you, Darius,” I said, then signed to Lilah, “You look like a princess.” He winked at me in response. “You guys ready?” he asked. “No, you guys go on ahead. I’m only here because Camellia can’t slay without me,” Lily said with a dramatic toss of her hair. “Rowan will pick me up from my place.”

“I thought we agreed on no guests, Zli. Especially not the kind that carry federal badges.” “LIL isn’t just a badge,” I say, stepping between them. “She’s the only reason I’m still standing.” “Baby boy, move aside,” LIL says, her voice like gravel over velvet. She walks toward Ron, her eyes assessing him with the clinical coldness of a coroner. “So, this is the Hwan boy. The rebel prince. You look a lot more like your mother than the files suggest. Let’s hope you didn’t inherit her penchant for backstabbing.”

Lila started to eat a little bit more as Cassidy-Ann continued talking her ear off. Lila wore a maroon dress that hung loosely off her body, ending just above her knees. The dress lay low on her chest, revealing her cleavage. She had her hair down but draped over one of her shoulders, making her neckline visible, and the matching maroon necklace that dangled against her chest.