They dispersed to drink and engage in games, while Atticus remained seated in a corner, devoid of any enthusiasm.

Hannah’s earlier words echoed relentlessly in Atticus’s mind, chilling his heart with each repetition.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that death was drawing nearer with every passing moment, casting suspicion on everyone around him.

He felt on edge as a stunning woman in a seductive dress approached him, holding a drink in her hand.

“Mr.

Pearson, why are you all by yourself? Aren’t you here to join in the fun?”

The woman’s fingers, delicate and soft, gently wrapped around Atticus’s neck as she spoke with a sweet and alluring voice.

Offering the glass of wine to Atticus’s lips, she inquired, “Care to have a drink with me, Mr.

Pearson?”

At that moment, Atticus couldn’t fathom indulging in a drink with her.

Without a second thought, he pushed her hand away, asserting, “No, I’m not interested.

Please keep your distance.

hadn’t expected Atticus’s sudden change

wasn’t ready

lingered near Atticus, unwilling to

are you still here?” Atticus’s expression darkened as he questioned

“Didn’t you hear me?”

stern demeanor, the woman awkwardly retreated, clutching the glass as she

as he waited

the room, he

his phone rang again that Atticus seemed to perk up

answering the call, he asked with caution,

the bar

ask, but could

cold as she asked, “Did

chilly demeanor left Atticus feeling helpless

“Miss Moore…

Please, I implore you.

I sold that island to your friend at

profiting from

come inside and fetch me, for the

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