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"James Howe didn't betray Charmya. A guy named Marty Bates has been impersonating him for the last three years. He was James' classmate and roommate back when they were studying at Parvell University." "What happened to James then?" Satine asked. "Marty killed James three years ago," Cassian reported gravely. "Marty is also the one who killed the four Shadow Aegis operatives." "Got it. Leave the hotel at once." "Okay." After the call ended, Cassian felt a little worried. He decided to set the room and the presidential suite on fire, just to be safe, before rushing off. When he got downstairs, he saw Julie standing at the hotel entrance.

Jordan smirked, folding his arms. “Ahem!” The doctor cleared his throat. “I feel like I owe your family an apology for misinformation.” My attention diverted to the Doctor, interestingly, “About?” I pressed. The Doctor looked at my mother and then at Jordan before handing over an envelope to me. “You’re not pregnant and i mistook you for Eva Dolceez who was also in the same hall way at same time with you.” I sighed heavily in relief, my frown gone. “Actually, I think it was our fault for not letting you call the name fully or cross checking.” My mother spoke, a smile on her face.

His gaze flicks to me for only a second, but it’s enough for me to see the warning there: Stay back. Luca’s breathing is ragged as he presses his weight into her. His voice is low but shaking when he says, “I should’ve killed you a long time ago.” “But you didn’t,” she hisses back. “You never had it in you.” Her laugh makes my skin crawl. Then there’s a blur of motion—Michal’s hand moving fast, the gleam of a needle—and Mireille’s body jerks once before going limp. Her eyes are still open, her mouth still curled in that smile that doesn’t belong to someone who’s lost. My knees feel weak. I think I might be sick.

Moises turned the photograph over. There was writing on the back. San Aurelio — three days before the accident. Miyaka stared. “Accident?” Jason looked at her. “You were told your mother died in an accident, right?” Miyaka nodded. Moises slowly looked at the photograph again. “There wasn't supposed to be a man with her.” Miyaka felt cold. “What do you mean?” “The official report said she was alone.” Silence. Miyaka reached for the black notebook. Before she could open it, a sound came from upstairs.