The voice in his headset issued an order in Talnamese too. "Follow her, and find out where she got that ruby."

"Yes, sir," the man replied as he got up, impassive as he followed Cindy, who was still reveling in delight. -

Later that night, Janet said her goodbyes with her colleagues at Flora Hall, turned off the lights, and was ready to head home.

Just as she picked up her bag, she noticed a slender figure collapsed by the shadows of the wall.

"What?" Janet moved closer to find a woman covered in injuries.

Scabs had built up over her wounds—new and old, while her clothes were in pieces.

"Hello? Hey!" Janet walked up, gently patting her on the cheek.

"Frank... Frank Lawrence..." the woman suddenly murmured.

Janet exclaimed in shock and leaned in

there was no mistaking

promptly went to work, calling in her colleagues who had not let her carry the

true extent of the woman's injuries—there was not one inch of

in her clothes to

broken, and her left thigh was

miracle at all that the woman

and tend to

grandfather's legacy—even though it was obvious that the woman did not have any money on her, Janet refused

said a name

her colleagues cleaned the woman's wounds and stabilized her, Janet headed outside Flora

his tone clearly sharp, proving

had collapsed outside Flora Hall, on the verge of death. I don't know her, but she

annoyed with Janet's call, but being told about a maimed

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