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Bailey stood there hesitating silently. "Maddie’s been sent back. Her system malfunctioned. The manufacturer said her emotional module overloaded, so she was returned for repairs." Sent back. The words echoed through my mind without settling anywhere. The AI sister who had infiltrated our home when I was fourteen—the one who took over my room, my place, and my entire existence—had simply been returned. She had been sent back, treated as nothing more than a flawed commodity returned to its maker in a shipping crate. Bailey slowly walked to my bedside with leaden strides. After standing there for several seconds, he suddenly crouched down and buried his face in his hands.

As for Conrad, in his excitement, he probably felt like the heavens were helping him. [So, what do you think?] [Not bad.] [That's it?] I smiled slightly and had a premium dessert sent out. I would always return favors tenfold. It wasn't a debt to repay, but a lifelong goodwill. And I sent one more text over. [Mr. Reese, perhaps you should strike while the iron is hot.] [Ms. Harmon, have you thought this through?] [Of course.] Since we were already cooperating, I couldn't afford to hesitate on the first move after my rebirth.

It wasn’t Idris this time and not the beta. It was an old woman with grey hair. "Why haven't you bathed yet?", She questioned while taking in my appearance. I didn't bother responding to her, I just stared at her in my weak eyelids. "I don't like repeating myself, go and bathe", "Damn! Why did the moon goddess choose a human to our luna this time?!". The old woman’s words echoed in my head, but I barely had the strength to process them. Luna? Did she just call me their Luna?

it's not late yet, I can still fix it. I have to fix this and this time, I wouldn't fail.

Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.

Cassie was also impressed with the small program she had written that searched for certain key phrases that made the search slightly faster. Of course, he did the same method with different key phrases to ensure they had a wide net out, but the fact that she had managed to write it without actually seeing what she was writing was astounding to everyone present. Between the two of them they had managed to find all the buildings registered in Balor’s name and aliases; all of which had been confiscated for random and illegal reasons. They would work on finding the original owners and return the properties to them. But first they had to screen the packs on the list of volunteers to be sure the

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