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    Taking his cue, the woman steered the conversation towards personal interests and life philosophies, engaging in casual chatter for a good thirty minutes.


    Eileen, growing increasingly bored, had abandoned her upright posture and now slumped against the table, struggling to stay awake.


    Bryan subtly signaled to the woman, who promptly wrapped up the conversation and prepared to leave.


    “Colby” offered her a ride home with a gentlemanly air, but she politely declined and departed in her own car.


    Sliding behind the wheel of his car, “Colby” donned a pair of ck sunsses, his gaze hardening as he cast a swift nce back at the coffee shop.


    A smirk yed on his lips as he pulled away, leaving the coffee shop behind.


    His phone rang as he cruised down the road. He connected it to the car’s Bluetooth and answered the call.


    “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Amoura’s voice crackled through the phone, sharp with usation. “Who said you could just waltz around pretending to be Colby? Aren’t you scared of being exposed?”


    “Why would I be scared? Even if they figure out I’m not Colby, how the hell are they gonna know who I really am? You’re the one with these crazy, borate ns, so why the hell are you being such a coward now?” the man shot back, his voice icy.


    Amoura’s anger red. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are you ming me for this? I’m doing all of this for you—”


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    The man interjected, his voice dripping with impatience, “Don’t you dare say you’re doing this for me! That’s bullshit. You know damn well why you’re doing this.”


    He hung up before Amoura could respond, mming his foot down on the gas pedal.


    Eileen snatched her coat and bag and left the coffee shop.


    She slumped into Bryan’s car, took a deep breath, and frowned. “So, Lydia is trying to pull the same stunt with the Deleon family as she did with the Dawson family? But this is way more twisted!” she eximed.


    Back then, Lydia had just wanted Christos to be a real Dawson family member. But now, she was trying to turn him into Colby.


    “Coen’s dead, but Lydia must still be loaded. She needs a way to clean that dirty money and live the high life without looking over her shoulder,” Bryan said. “Her whole life, all she’s ever wanted is to be rich and spend her money with ease.”


    Coen’s wealth was far greater than Eileen and Bryan could imagine. Anyone possessing such vast resources, yetpelled to live like a fugitive, would explore every avable option to alter their circumstances.


    Lydia, having endured over two decades within the Dawson family, had be unpredictable. She was likely to escte her actions rather than concede defeat easily.


    Eileen’s eyebrows drew together in a tight frown, and she remained still.


    Bryan looked at her and lifted his hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “They are now fugitives, and the police are on high alert. You don’t have to worry about this too much.” He assumed she was worried about possibleplications since she was about to give birth soon.


    Unexpectedly, Eileen swatted his hand away. “Didn’t you just suggest I could try some coffee earlier?”


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