No Strings Attached

She pulled out her phone from her pocket and sent a message. [Met him, but he's wary of me. Can't get close.]

The man read the message, with a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "If it were that easy to fool him, he wouldn't be lan." The assistant nodded with a smile. "I reckon lan will dig into Zora's background next. He won't trust her that easily."

The man scoffed, "I'll make him believe."

lan stepped out of the café and immediately instructed Dawson, "Look up this girl named Zora."

"Did you notice anything unusual when you met her?" Dawson inquired.

lan's eyes narrowed slightly. "It's precisely because I didn't, which makes it strange. It's like she knew the answers to all the questions beforehand, and she felt unfamiliar, not like No. 11." Dawson started the car, glancing at lan in the rearview mirror. "If she's an impostor, then where is the real No. 11, and how could they know your secrets?"

The thought made lan worry. He hoped No. 11 wouldn't get involved in this.

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her mind, accompanied by her mother's pained moans. Clara sat up abruptly in bed, gasping for air, a thin layer of sweat on

the noise, anxiously

with tear-filled eyes. "I

Leonora has been sentenced to death. Once the case with Katherine is closed, the sentence will be carried out, and your mom will rest in peace." "Dad." Clara's voice was

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Mom was clutching that necklace when she died. I think she

Casey was at a loss for words. May clutching that necklace at her death was always a

patted Clara's back, trying

to lan, you two love each other so

eyes looked up at Casey. "Dad, I can't bear to leave him. He's my entire youth, the man I've loved for seven years. I can't bear to part with S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access