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Evelyn approached every nerve on high alert. “You’re late,” the figure muttered. She recognized the voice instantly. “Mason Quinn?” The former investigative journalist turned conspiracy theorist. He had disappeared years ago, after claiming he had proof of something monstrous lurking in the city’s underbelly. Mason exhaled a bitter laugh. “Still digging into things that’ll get you killed, huh?” Evelyn crossed her arms. “What do you know about Voss?” Mason reached into his coat, pulling out a small leather-bound notebook. “More than you want to.”

She can't be saved even if the president of another international country were to come. "Besides, haven't you seen the news on TV and online? Do you know who's the person who detained Celena? It's Cidda Quigley, the deputy head of the state police station's Security Accident Department! He's famous for being upright, impartial, and impersonal. "It's already final that this accident has happened because Celena accepted bribes and used shoddy materials. On top of that, this case is handled by Cidda. She won't ever have a chance to overturn her conviction."

The question bucks me back to the reality of me sitting in Miss Xenia's office with Quinn and three other girls and in front of us is an officer scrutinizing my face with a distrustful look in his eyes. “Can you please repeat the question?” I request in a modest tone that's almost muffled. “What relationship do you have with the victim?” A victim. That means he was killed. “My skat partner,” I reply in the same modest tone. Quinn scowl. “No, please! I saw you two sucking each other's faces yesterday and today he winds up dead,” “Is that true?” Miss Katherina unexpectedly asks from the corner of the room. “Were you in a relationship with Shane?”

"Oh, how unfortunate for you. Clearly, you should have hidden it in a more secure place, isn't it?" Fury finally flickered through the fear. “Is that all you’re doing, Selena? Playing games?” She tilted her head, the smirk deepening. "It wasn't me, Adrian. Well… not directly." "Ms. Quinn," I said, forcing a calm I was far from feeling, "we both know what happened that night was consensual. Our CCTV footage can prove you walked into the clinic willingly.” She remained silent, the smug smile plastered on her face, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in mocking amusement.

Perhaps that was why he wasn’t home that afternoon. “Mr. Brad,” the officer turned to face the private investigator. “Did you look into the woman as Mr. Theo here asked you to?” Mr. Brad nodded. “I did. I found out that she came to Ordene a little over two years ago and she has a friend. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find information from before she came to Ordene.” “What is her friend’s name?” I asked. “Quinn Fallon.” “Quinn Fallon?” Theo seemed to recognize the name. “Isn’t that Elle Magazine’s photographer? I know who she is.”

Uncle Quinn and Hunter watch the local news attentively and we all got surprised with what we just heard. “FBI detective Hector Lopez was found shot on the road near Vancouver, he was taken to Vancouver National Hospital, but he didn’t withstand the wounds. According to our sources, there are strong evidence that Quentin Taylor, the victim’s partner, is the author of the crime. The prisoner, Igor Kedrak, involved in a robbery at Center Bank Hall in New York, is now a fugitive.”

tension finally broke. "It’s over," he whispered. "No," Elena said, looking at her laptop screen. "Julian was just the front man, Killian. Look at the last file that just decrypted from the Highland transfer." She pointed to a signature at the bottom of the Switzerland servers. It wasn't Julian’s. It was a name that made Killian’s blood run cold. THE MORNINGSTAR INITIATIVE: CEO – VICTORIA VANDERWALL. "My sister," Killian whispered. "The one they said died in the 2006 fire. She’s alive. And she’s the one who gave Julian the codes."

(Mies Sai) The moment that the Story of Melissa Hernandez were told by Mies Sai in the 60 Minutes interviews on the main news. It took the world by the storm, At that moment, even The US government could feel the heat coming towards them. At that moment, Jonathan Reyes felt a guillotine were slowly getting dropped on his neck. He thought that Catherine Kent, Virtue Financial Chairwoman suddenly supporting the case, was something that doesn’t required his attentions, he felt that it doesn’t mean much. Jonathan Reyes just let his aide to handle it, now he realizes that this is all an elaborate plans from Mies Sai.

Her head couldn't think of much, how could Celine take such a big risk when the situation was so critical. The news about Celine's past was not a trivial thing to ignore. If only this wasn't the big scenario of Andrew Kingston and someone so loyal to Justin named Geno. A person who, according to Karen, is quite dangerous and has a record in the world of reporting both foreign and local media, with writings that are so critical and contain many facts. I don't know how someone like Geno could be so loyal to Justin.

“Do what I ask you, Mateo.” Mateo bowed slightly. “Yes, Boss.” Killian tapped the ash into a nearby tray. “If that’s all, you can leave.” Mateo turned and left without another word. Killian leaned back in his chair, the cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. The silence wrapped around him like a blanket, but his thoughts were loud. He didn’t trust Selene. He didn’t trust Damien either. But most of all, he didn’t trust Vincenzo. The man had always played dirty, but now he was out in the open,and he knew Calla existed.