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“You’re with the Serpentine Players, aren’t you?” Isabella’s voice was as cold as steel as she locked eyes with Milly.
Milly met her gaze, unflinching. “Miss Patton, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Drop the act,” Isabella spat. “Howard saved you out of kindness, and this is how you repay him? Where’s your conscience?”
“You’ve got it all wrong,” Milly responded, her tone calm, almost scathing. “I really don’t know what you’re accusing me of.”
Isabella’s eyes narrowed, her voice a deadly whisper. “Leave Howard. I won’t let you hurt him.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Milly replied without missing a beat.
“Do you want me to tell Howard what I know?” Isabella shot back, her frustration bubbling to the surface. She had laid everything plainly, yet Milly continued to play innocent.
“Go ahead,” Milly said coolly, her expression unwavering.
Isabella inhaled sharply, trying to steady herself. A storm of emotions churned inside her, more intense than she had felt in years.
Milly was playing this all too well—she knew that Howard’s trust in her was unshakable, and that he’d likely believe her over his own sister. Isabella’s expression darkened. How could she have been so blind to Milly’s deception?
“He trusts you, but if I expose your true colors, do you really think he’ll turn a deaf ear to me?”
Milly’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing.
“I know you’re worried,” Milly continued, her tone softening, almost tender. “But I won’t hurt him.”
“And why should I trust you?” Isabella demanded, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.
Milly replied, “Just wait and see.”
With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, her posture as poised and unyielding as ever.
As Isabella watched Milly’s silhouette disappear from her sight, she pressed her lips together, unease settling deep in her chest.
After finishing their meal, Howard asked Isabella if she was heading home. When she nodded, they left together.
Howard took Milly back to his parents’ place. In Andrew’s car, Isabella recounted the conversation she had with Milly, urging Andrew to watch Milly closely. “If anything suspicious happens, you’ll be the first to know.” Seeing the concern etched on Isabella’s face, Andrew gently caressed her hair. “I’ve got some new intel. A top assassin from the Serpentine Players finished a mission but vanished after an explosion. No one from the organization has managed to track down this assassin since then.”
As Andrew spoke, Isabella’s phone buzzed with a message from Jared. She had tasked him with keeping tabs on the Serpentine Players and updating her. Jared’s update lined up perfectly with what Andrew had just revealed. It was difficult for outsiders to get their hands on such insider knowledge about the Serpentine Players, but the Qiviut Organization had managed to infiltrate them with spies.
Isabella regarded Andrew with suspicion. “Do you have access to such top-secret info? Do you, by chance, have someone undercover within the Serpentine Players?” Andrew’s lips curled into a soft smile as he gently swept her hair back. “It’s not something you need to fret over, darling. I’ll pull every string to uncover the information you need.”
Beneath the gentle orange glow of the streetlamp, Andrew’s strikingly handsome features took on an almost ethereal quality, as though he were a figure not quite of this world.
Isabella’s heart fluttered unexpectedly. “Got it. I’m heading inside now. Make sure you get some rest.”
“Alright,” Andrew murmured.
In the solitude of her room, Isabella dialed Jared’s number. “Is Andrew affiliated with our organization?”
“Boss, I have no idea. Are you suspecting that Andrew could be one of us?”
“Yes. He knows the information you just told me.” Isabella rubbed her temples in frustration. “Forget it. It’s not a problem to worry about.”
Andrew was no ordinary man; his true story was likely far more complex than she had ever imagined. Isabella shot off a brief text to Andrew: “Be cautious around Milly.”
When Howard got the message, he was gently drying Milly’s hair. She sat there, serene and radiant, like a vision of pure beauty.
Howard’s thoughts wandered back to a childhood memory. He recalled a girl from the slums, her clothes tattered and her face smeared with grime, yet she possessed an arresting beauty with eyes that shone with innocent purity. Howard and Elaine had gone to the slums on a charitable mission.
While everyone else scrambled for food, the girl remained serene and aloof. Yet, when the food was finally in her grasp, she devoured it with a fervor as if she hadn’t eaten a meal in days. Her remarkable control at such a tender age captivated Howard’s attention.
He attempted to engage her in conversation, but she remained silent. Unlike the others who eagerly sought his company, she maintained her distance. It left Howard with a lingering sense of helplessness. Before taking his leave, he pressed a few bills into her hand, hoping it would offer her a better life.
Her serene composure and keen intellect made it clear to him that she was destined to become someone truly extraordinary.
The sound of his phone shattered his reverie. He glanced at the message from Isabella: “Be cautious around Milly.”
Howard was momentarily taken aback. What could Isabella possibly mean by that?
As the hairdryer fell silent, Milly turned around to see the confused look on Howard’s face. “What’s the matter?” Howard quickly slid his phone into his pocket. “It’s nothing.”
After drying her hair, he headed off for a shower.
Milly cast a fleeting look at the bathroom door before slipping out onto the balcony.
The night was nothing short of enchanting. The city lights twinkled like a scattering of stars across the sky.
In the distance, she spotted a figure perched high in the branches of a tree. His gaze locked onto hers, and Milly gazed back, her eyes steady and unblinking. He looked back quietly.
“They’re after you. Why don’t you just come back?” The man used sign language to communicate.
Milly shook her head.
The man pressed on. “Our organization has tracked you down. If you keep this up, they won’t just come after you—they’ll target him as well.” Milly fell silent.
This man was her sole friend within the organization. He had risked his life to deliver her messages. She didn’t care if the organization threatened her life, but she couldn’t bear the thought of Howard getting dragged into this.
Milly gestured for him to leave.
In the blink of an eye, he melted into the shadows of the night.
Milly cast her eyes downward and withdrew a bill from her pocket. The paper, though old, was meticulously presented.
Howard’s voice jolted her. Hastily, she slipped the bill back into her pocket and spun around to find him standing there in loose white pajamas, a gentle smile warming his face.
“I’m here,” Milly responded.
“Is everything alright?” Howard inquired, a brow arching with curiosity. “I noticed you clutching a bill. Are you in need of funds?”
“I’m not in need of funds,” Milly stated firmly.
Howard glanced at her, reminded of the girl he had once met in the slums. The resemblance between Milly and that girl was striking. If that girl had grown up, she would be about Milly’s age now. “Where did you live when you were little?” Howard asked suddenly.
Milly blinked in surprise. “Why are you asking me this out of the blue?”
“You seem… familiar,” Howard murmured.
Milly’s heart skipped a beat. Did he recognize her from those days? She thought it was a distant memory, something he had surely forgotten. After all, it had been so many years. Milly herself had only recently recognized that Howard was that boy from her past.
“I’m…” Milly started, but Howard cut her off, dismissing his own thoughts. “Forget it. I might be overthinking it.” How could there be such a coincidence?
Taking Milly’s hand gently, he added, “It’s cold out here on the balcony. Let’s go inside.”
“Alright,” Milly replied with a small smile.
As autumn settled in, the world outside turned golden, and the air grew crisp. Everyone seemed to be in better spirits, savoring the cooler weather. Isabella, as usual, headed to work, her thoughts drifting. She drove through the familiar streets, but suddenly, her attention was pulled by a piercing scream. She immediately parked her car and rushed out, following the sound.
A young boy came running from a corner, panic in his eyes. Chasing after him was a man—his demeanor dark and menacing. Something was clearly wrong. The disparity in their speeds was evident; the boy could not outrun the adult and was soon caught.
The man clamped a hand over the boy’s mouth and dragged him toward a nearby van. “Trying to run away? Let’s see if you can still run now,” the man said with a malicious sneer.
In an instant, the man was thrown to the ground, stunned. He turned to see a woman with a delicate but stern expression glaring at him in disgust. Before he could react, she pushed him back to the ground and swiftly took the boy away.
The boy, finally safe, clung to Isabella and burst into tears, his small body trembling against her. Isabella’s jaw clenched. She wanted to teach that man a lesson he wouldn’t forget, but the boy was holding onto her so tightly that it made it impossible. Sighing, she knelt down and gently stroked his hair, trying to calm him. “Don’t be afraid. Who was that?” she asked softly.
“I don’t know him! He tried to kidnap me,” the boy said as he sobbed.
Isabella immediately pulled out her phone and called the police to report the incident. Afterward, she turned her attention back to the boy. “Where is your home?” she asked, her voice gentle.
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