BOOK8 Chapter7
Michael’s expression suddenly darkened.
He shook off Amelia’s hand and stormed back toward the villa.
Inside, he flung open my door and found the room empty.
Panic set in as he searched the villa, but I was nowhere to be found.
Stepping outside, Michael glared at Amelia, his voice tight with barely contained
anger.
“Where is she?”
Amelia feigned ignorance: “Who? Besides the woman who had surgery to look like
me, I didn’t see anyone else.”
Michael’s eyes turned icy: “So, she looked like you?
Amelia shrugged nonchalantly: “Yes. That’s why I dealt with her. She knew you liked me, so she had surgery to imitate me, thinking she could replace me. She even called herself your wife. Isn’t that ridiculous?”
Amelia laughed, but Michael’s face turned menacing. Without a word, he raced out
of the villa, his urgency palpable.
“Michael? Where are you going?” Amelia called after him, rushing to keep up, followed by the bodyguards.
Michael, usually calm, was now frantic. As he exited the villa, he spotted a nearby wasteland where two bodyguards were filling in a grave.
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