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    But her mother had insisted repeatedly that they didn’t know each other, had never met before. That his words couldn’t be trusted, shouldn’t be believed so easily. That everything he’d said was just fabricated, carefully constructed lies designed to get close to her.


    They climbed the stairs together and entered the spacious master bedroom.


    Ernest stepped into the bathroom to run the bath, carefully adjusting the water temperature before retrieving clothes from the wardrobe. Once he’d prepared everything she might need, he called out for Elissa.


    “Everything’s ready,” Ernest announced, gesturing toward the bathroom. “You can go ahead now.”


    He added gently, “Fresh clothes are hanging inside the wardrobe. Just use those temporarily until your new clothes arrive.”


    “Okay.” Elissa kept her head bowed low, her eyes fixed intently on the stubborn stains covering her dress, refusing to meet his gaze.


    “I’ll step out now.”


    Ernest turned smoothly on his heel and pulled the bathroom door closed behind him with a soft click.


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    Downstairs, his mind lingered on the way Elissa had fixated on the ugly stains marring her clothes.


    His reckless actions earlier had interrupted her dessert at the café, forcing her to abandon it half-eaten.


    He reached for his phone and quickly dialed a familiar number.


    “I need you to do one more thing.”


    The moment he disconnected the call, his phone buzzed insistently in his hand.


    The caller ID disyed another familiar name—Eric.


    “Yes?”


    “Ernest.” Eric had called specifically about the delicate matter Ernest had entrusted him to handle.


    “The Torres family situation has been handled. Robin’s scheduled flight departs tonight, leaving Ontmond for Srixby.”


    “Excellent.” Ernest nodded once, clearly satisfied with the oue. “I appreciate all your hard work on this, Eric.”


    They exchanged a few brief pleasantries before ending the call.


    Before he could even lower the phone from his ear, it chimed again with a new alert.


    This time it was an automated notification from his surveince system, warning him that a vehicle had just passed through the perimeter.


    The modest vi he’d rented sat further along the private road, with Neville’s sprawling manor positioned beyond it. There wasn’t any legitimate reason for unfamiliar vehicles to pass through this area.


    Upon reviewing the footage, Ernest’s expression darkened into a deep frown.


    He recognized that license te immediately—Robin had driven this exact car when he’d picked up Elissa from Mledo days ago.


    What the hell was this bastard up to now? Wasn’t he supposed to be leaving on tonight’s evening flight?


    Was he pathetically attempting to see Elissa one final time, desperately hoping she might somehow remember him?


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