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Reid’s expression was unreadable as he walked toward the front, every step deliberate, the echo of his shoes striking the polished wood louder than necessary. His suit was immaculate, his tie perfectly knotted, as if this were just another business meeting he intended to win. He reached the witness stand. The bailiff stepped forward, holding the small black bound Bible toward him. “Place your left hand on the Bible, raise your right,” the bailiff instructed. Reid obeyed without hesitation. His eyes, sharp and cold, swept briefly over Asher, lingering just long enough to let something unspoken pass between them, before sliding to Luca.

I`m setting you free. *********

"I don't think you have the right to make fun of my life motto." "I had no intention of making fun," argued Lean quickly. He immediately straightened his body and placed his hands on the table. “You have to beat the challenges in this job interview. So can you tell me how you've been, Ms. Avelyn Right?" Lean continued with a sly grin on his face.

I opened my mouth to assure him that I wasn't going to scream, but what came out of my mouth was another whimper. "Now, we are going to move," said the first man. "You must follow the sound of my voice so you'll know where exactly to go. Don't turn around and don't make any sudden moves if you don't want to get shot. Understand?" I couldn't speak, so I nodded to show I understood. "Good. Now move." The gun seemed glued to my back as I stepped out of the elevator, walked in the opposite direction from the lobby and went out through a back entrance. There was a black van with tinted glasses waiting a few yards off. The back door swung open as we came into view.

"Mr. Cooper, has my fine been dealt with?" "It's already… been deducted from your salary." "And the formal warning? Has it been withdrawn?" "Well… the notice has already been issued. It won't be easy to take it back." I gave him a look, my voice turning sharper. "Then what exactly are you asking me to restore?" I opened a folder and pulled out a printed sheet of A4 paper. "These are copies of the rental contracts for the two vans, along with my monthly transfer records over the past three years. Mr. Cooper, please take a close look. The recipient is the rental company. The payer is me, personally.”

I smiled at him, “Any tips to pass?” He was smirking while staring at me for a few minutes before he answered, “Just choose the right one.” He paused with a charming smile, “Like choosing me.” I giggled, surpassing myself from laughing, “You can't be Mr. Right, King.” “But I can be your Mr. Right now.” He replied with his most captivating smile that stole my heart.

"That ugly freak! You're still thinking about her? What does she have that I don't? Is it just because she looks a little like me? Are you saying the imitation is better than the real thing?" York, who had been ignoring her, suddenly turned toward the cage where I was. It was as if something had finally clicked in his brain. 'Ah, so he's finally realized who I am,' I thought dispassionately. York kicked Luna aside and crouched down, entering the cage. He pulled off his coat and draped it carefully over me, his movements gentle. He was acting as though I might shatter. Then, he gently lifted me from the cage. Alas, even that slight movement made my wounds bleed more heavily.

I snapped out of my thoughts and exhaled a long, heavy breath. The memories from my past life clung to my mind and refused to fade. Back then, I had foolishly longed for some shred of motherly love from Mom. But now, I knew better. I would never make that mistake again. I had already moved out that very night and rented a new place. For extra caution, I'd also gotten a new phone number. If I was not mistaken, Jake would be getting chased by loan sharks any day now.

Not like this. What the hell is this? Could it be a fake signal? Should I wait for the fourth month? It's too early. I opened the folder again, staring at the result. My hand shook, and I had to grip the edge of the counter to steady myself. The numbers and words seemed to blur and swim before my eyes. This is real. This is happening. This is… me.

With trembling hands, he ripped open the front of my pajamas and began performing CPR, over and over again. The elderly doctor, Dr. Brown, who had followed them in, bent down quickly. He pulled out a small flashlight from his pocket and peeled back the eyelid of one of my eyes. Under the flashlight’s beam, my pupil was already dilated and fixed, showing no response to the light. Dr. Brown’s hand began to shake. He reached out and gently pressed down on Hudson’s arm just as Hudson was about to press down on my chest again.