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Edward looks shocked when he said. “ You did forget but Madam is the chairwoman of Milestone corporation after she filed the murder case against the Milestone family. She is the owner of Milestone's property overall. So..." He shrugged as if he doesn't know what he says. Charlotte is indeed a billionaire who has more property under her name. However, she used her savings, and a few stores which were abroad. Since she doesn't live abroad, she sold them. ” Charlotte filed a murder case against the Milestone family? When did she?" Shayne looks way more shocked when she heard that. She was pretty busy with her problem that Charlotte caused her. But hearing this, she feels oddly angrier.

“That boy, I need to know who his mother is.” I turned the wheels, smoothly curving through the sharp bend on the road “Do you I look like a hacker to you?” “Don't play games with me Alduro?” “Games?” He chuckled. “You are asking me to find medical records he would have have properly and decoratively sealed. Surveillance I can do. Murder I can do but not hacking.” I literally growled at him before I let out a deep exhale. He was right. “Give me a name.” “Montolo. I hope you still have a breathing account because dude will suck you dry.”

Through their bond, Casie felt his methodical focus, the way he was compartmentalising the supernatural aspects to apply standard investigative techniques. "The prints we found belong to a Joseph Mercer," Mendoza informed them, checking his notes. "Small-time fence with connections to several antique dealers in the tri-state area. No known supernatural affiliations." "Probably just a customer," Casie concluded, turning back to the blood pattern. "This is our real lead. What exactly were they looking for in his memories, Valeria?"

•CAMILLA• “You’re Camilla Ross?” The detective asked when he took me to his office. He seemed very stunned to see me. He probably expected someone else. Casey. I didn’t think he saw the articles when I revealed my identity and publicized Cecilia’s betrayal. “Yes, I’m Camilla Ross, and I want to see Lucius Hall. I know the person who murdered Sasha Ross,” I answered as I sat on the chair in front of his desk. “Wow,” the detective said with wonder as he glanced at Naya, my bodyguard, and me. “Wow.” He cleared his throat and sat in his chair. “I am Michael Smith.” He held out his hand for a handshake.

She replied, her voice a bit deeper and dreamy, far from her usually weak low tone. Mauritius’ eyes returned to normal, and he sat calmly in his seat. Velmont heaves a sigh of relief, “Now that everyone has calmed down. Vesper, this is Mauritius. He used to be the third member of the Cavanaugh Detective Agency and, of course, the Elder in the Citadel manor. Mau, This is Vesper Miles. You know what she is. She’s here to aid the investigation as an undercover Omega. Mauritius roared at her, and she hissed at him in return.

He stated, his voice professional and detached. “Weapons, burner phones, ammunition.” My jaw tightened. Nathaniel muttered something under his breath. Then the detective squinted… hesitating. The hesitation bothered me more than everything else. Because it meant the next part was probably worse. Much worse. “There was one more thing.” The detective removed a photograph and placed it face up on the table. I looked down, then froze. The person in the photograph wasn’t Claire or me. It wasn’t even Nathaniel. It was Margot Sinclair.

A prominent business consultant. Philanthropist. Media personality. Yet here she was. Inside a mortuary at midnight. The detective paused the video. "Recognize her?" Bethwel nodded slowly. The detective hesitated. "There's more." The footage advanced. A second figure appeared. Patricia. Then another. Obadiah Waore. The officer leaned back. The same names again. The same faces. The same mystery. His instincts screamed. Something massive was buried beneath all this. And someone was willing to kill to keep it hidden.

She had kissed her mother's cheek, left Ada sitting with the letter and her coffee and her tomatoes, and driven across the city with the forensic pathologist's voice still sitting in her chest like something with edges. Someone Edward trusted completely. Someone who has been present throughout this entire situation. She had run the list in her head the entire drive. Patricia. Henderson. Gerald. Camille. Margaret Voss. Every person who had entered their lives over the past months and presented themselves as either an ally or obstacle. She could not land on an answer that did not feel wrong in some specific and important way. Dr. Sabine Marsh arrived exactly on time.

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.

At least he knows what it feels like to have someone ruin your life. I slammed the book shut in anger, and a page slipped out of it. I picked it up. I thought I had seen it all, but this…. This was madness! He wrote all the names of the Murdochs, every descendant after Sabine. Like a fucking trophy. Every name had a specific tag. Witch! But each generation he wiped out made them less inclined to their magic. Which led to date, Mundane, and a hunter. The page trembled in my hand as I read the last name. Brittany Murdoch. Cassian Murdoch. My pulse thundered in my ears, then the silence shattered.