?<strong>Chapter 819:</strong>


    Startled, she looked up to find Jake’s familiar face.


    Jake had just returned.


    ‘You can’t cross the street like that, Jete,’ Jake said, his voice firm.


    His handsome face softened as he set her back on her feet.


    ‘Always be careful, okay?’


    Jete gestured anxiously across the street, her face tense with worry.


    ‘I’ve got to get that back! It’s what the prettydy gave me.


    Without that, I’ll never see her again.’


    ‘The prettydy?’ Jake frowned, looking around in confusion.


    ‘Where’s your sister, Jete?’


    ‘She went to see a friend,’ Jete replied, her voice shaky as she looked at him with pleading eyes.


    ‘Please, can you help me? It’s very important.’


    Jake nodded, though his tone remained firm.


    ‘Okay, but remember, never cross the street alone.


    Stay here.’


    Jete nodded repeatedly, her eyes fixed on Jake as he crossed the street.


    Just as Jake bent to pick up the paper, a gust of wind picked it up again, and in a devastating instant, the paper slid down a storm drain.


    Jete’s face crumpled and she began to cry, the lost paper symbolising thest thread connecting her to Kallie.


    Jake returned to Jete’s side, an expression of regret softening his usuallyposed features.


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    ‘I’m so sorry, Jete.


    I tried, but I couldn’t get it back.’


    Jete let out a sob, rubbing her eyes as she tried to choke back her tears.


    ‘It’s not your fault.


    It’s just…


    Now, I won’t be able to see her again.


    I wanted to thank her properly.’


    Jake paused, thoughtfully.


    He remembered hearing Lacey mention a party and a notable rescue.


    If this ‘prettydy’ really dide from the elite circles of Burmoos, maybe there was still a way to track her down.


    Perhaps…


    Jake had deliberately chosen not to attend the event with Lacey, as it wasn’t the right time to show himself.


    If yton discovered he was there, it would onlyplicate things and could put them all in danger.


    Seeing Jete’s tearful face, Jake knelt down beside her, his voice soft.


    ‘Why don’t you tell me more about this ‘prettydy’? Describe her to me and I’ll help you find her.


    I know a lot of people in town, and someone like her should be easy to track down.’


    Jete’s eyes sparkled with renewed hope.


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