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A few months ago, two days after the attack.
Aaron Kornbluth looked around the room, by the furnish and decorate of the furniture and others, due to that none of the other room in this mansion was as well-organized as this, he immediately recognized that this room supposed to belong to a woman…the brilliant counselor of the Cooper organization, the infamous Justine Cooper, he believed.
Everything seemed so usual, so normal like others, somehow there’s a weird feeling that all of these were not as simple as it was. It’s a scene, a planned scene, that the owner was already knowing that he will come…or even waiting for him to come…
“Who are you…Justine Cooper?” He muttered to no one.
Walked into the main study room, Aaron Kornbluth’s eyebrows immediately frowns deeply.
A deck of cards was lying on the middle of the main desk, in the most conspicuous place.
The commander of the FBI held his breath, stepped close to the desk, made sure that there’s no trap or anything dangerous, he slowly picked up that deck of card.
When he picked up that deck of cards, a small note flew out and fell on the table.
With the raising eyebrow, he restrained himself for peeping on the note. First opening the box, the poker cards fell out onto the desk, it’s seemed that some of the cards were missing.
The man took up the note which has beautiful handwriting on it, his eyes opened when he saw what was written inside.
Did you miss me? Mr. Aaron Kornbluth? J.C
Teaser for next chapter:
The detective says angrily while washes her hand off the champagne and wine, she’s already frustrated about the tedious party, and now this. Really push her temper onto the edge, very close to going crazy.
“I’m so sorry…” The waitress says, she quickly takes out a clean towel, intends to help her. But Bette only angrily yanks her hand away.
“Don’t touch me!” Bette says bitterly, while she glares at the woman annoyingly. “Don’t you ever…”
The other half of the words stuck in the detective’s mouth cannot come out, like being clogged up by something.
Bette’s eyebrows slowly from, her eyes open wide. Cannot refrain her shocked, she unconsciously staggers back a bit.
Taking a very deep breath, her eyes still wide open. As if something sticks in her throat, Bette tries hard to swallow down the air.
The woman closes her eyes, her lips are trembling, but she hides it well.
“You…” Almost like a whisper, Bette finally bursts out a word.
Even the hair isn’t the same color, it is the face…that continuously came up in her dream…bothered her every day the past three years…the one she’s been craving for…the most beautiful face she can never forget.
No, no…it cannot be possible…