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“What’s the big deal?” Stanley looked genuinely confused, his brows practically knitting together. “Getting eyelid surgery or tweaking your features isn’t exactly out of the ordinary these days.

“Why bother pulling out cash for that?” Riley said, shaking his head. It had taken him ages to dig all this up.

Stanley pressed, “How can you be sure she spent that money on cosmetic surgery?”

“I checked the surveillance tapes from that time,” Riley replied matter–of–factly, not trying to hide anything. “The day after she withdrew the cash, she went to the hospital and stayed for a couple of hours. The catch is, there’s nothing online about her getting a follow–up or second appointment.”

Getting hold of those surveillance tapes was a nightmare for Riley; it took almost superhuman effort.

Since it had been ages, most of the stuff was nearly impossible to track down.

On paper, hospital records only stick around for two years, but honestly, if you know the right tricks, you can still dig them up.

Stanley scratched his chin, a puzzled look on his face. “Yeah, that is kind of strange.”

“Should we keep digging?” Riley asked, since this was Jeffrey’s personal stuff and he figured Jeffrey ought to decide. “Doctor’s details are in the files.”

Jeffrey’s voice was cold as ice. “Go ahead and check.”

“Wasn’t your order,” Riley said with a laid–back shrug. “I was just bored and killing time online.”

Jeffrey handed the file to Gregory. “Go to Honnala.”

Gregory nodded. “Got it.”

Riley arched an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye.

‘Seriously? We’re just dropping this?‘ he wondered to himself.

“Aren’t you going to say something about it?” Stanley chased after him as they headed out. “You’re really not going to look deeper into Andrea’s situation?”

“No need,” Jeffrey replied, keeping it short.

Whatever Andrea did had nothing to do with him.

Jeffrey honestly didn’t give a damn about plastic surgery.

‘So what if she’d changed her whole face?‘ Jeffrey thought. ‘She still saved my life, and none of that can be erased.

Stanley shot a look back at Riley. “Aren’t you at least going to try convincing him?”

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“What’s it got to do with me?” Riley said with a lazy shrug, like he couldn’t care less. “I’m only digging into this because we’re friends. If he doesn’t want my help, I’m not about to force it down his throat.”

Stanley could only gape at him, speechless.

‘Forget it,‘ Stanley thought, shaking his head in resignation.

on handling Rebecca’s situation

the car–just in case things went sideways in Honnala,

Meanwhile,

interviews for tomorrow afternoon, and if any of them made the cut, Rebecca would hire them and set them up with a

fully charged phone and saw several missed

it over, she decided not to call him

took Samuel out for a

digest, she

Rebecca and chatted for a while. “If Jeffrey shows up and you can’t handle him, just stall him

Rebecca nodded. “Okay.”

Amelia asked, “Got something

what she was feeling. “Probably showed up, saw the house all locked up, and no one

or does later,

“Okay,” Rebecca nodded.

really goes after Jessica or Ian, just leave it all to me,” Amelia said, steady and unfazed. With her resources, threats

obediently the whole

pulled her into

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night, Rebecca tossed and turned, unable to sleep

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showed up in Honnala, knocked her out, and secretly took her back with him. When she tried to fight back and escape, he seized her, his eyes cold and resolute as he told her, “If you want me to let you go, you’ll have to

woke up with

slick with cold sweat, her heart still

sleepily, his little hand unconsciously clutching her arm. “Did you have a

trying to steady her nerves as she gently patted his

she was worried

the end, it was her who

her dream echoing in her mind. Just thinking about the look in his eyes in that dream made her heart

was just as restless that

spent the whole night staring at Rebecca’s chat window, waiting for

him, told him where she was, he’d let everything from yesterday slide, act like nothing ever happened.

send a single message,

him out of her

Gregory showed up just after seven, carrying breakfast. “Here’s

not even glancing at the food, his voice icy and commanding.

she wasn’t going to come to

if Ms. Jensen refuses…” Gregory

cold and emotionless. “Do I need

Gregory nodded. “Understood.”

Around eight o’clock,

her breakfast

guy, and less than ten minutes after Amelia left,

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