Chapter 493

The handkerchief caught Anastasia's eye immediately.

Before she could pick it up, Gianna swiftly snatched it and stuffed it into her purse, looking a bit uneasy. "What should we have for dinner?" "How about hotpot?" Anastasia gave Gianna a suspicious glance. "Since when did you start using handkerchiefs?"

She could swear she had seen that handkerchief before, at her own home, no less.

To be precise, she had seen it with Herman.

Herman had a thing for handkerchiefs, always custom-made from the finest fabrics, each embroidered with an "H" or sometimes an "S."

To dispel Anastasia's doubts, Gianna nonchalantly pulled the handkerchief out of her bag. "Oh, this? A new friend of mine gave it to me. She's into embroidery, you know. This little piece didn't come cheap, all handmade."

Seeing that Herman's usual mark was absent from the handkerchief, Anastasia felt a bit embarrassed. She was being overly sensitive, linking every odd thing about Gianna to Herman.

She was being a bit paranoid, perhaps.

"The fabric's so fine, it's obviously pricey." Anastasia pulled out her phone. "I'll send you the address for dinner, can you pull up the directions?"

the handkerchief back into her purse. This wasn't the one Herman

worried Anastasia

friend had probed twice

panic but kept a

...

At the cemetery.

being laid to rest, and a good crowd had come

in black, was there to

was damp and drizzly,

seen Herman's ruthlessness. Today, they were all cautious, not daring to give Herman any grief or blame. Once the service was

black umbrella, dressed in simple garb, his steps echoing on the

didn't please Flynn, who scowled.

to Flynn. "I'm here to see

grandmother always worried about Joseph reclaiming his roots. I invited

He was

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