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    "You don''t get to control what I wear," Waylon said bluntly.


    So stubborn!


    Fiona snapped theptop shut. "Fine. Then don''t expect me to find your guy."


    Waylon fell silent.


    He looked at Wendy, hoping she''d step in.


    Wendy shrugged helplessly. "She''s her own boss. She never listens to me."


    Left with no choice, Waylon apologized.


    "Next time I see you, I''ll be in a fully tailored suit, head to toe. Don''t worry, missy. Now, did you find him or not? If I don''t catch this guy who''s killed three people, I really might have to go back and inherit the family business."


    Fiona snorted at how miserable he sounded.


    She pointed at theptop. Waylon grabbed it and looked: the screen was ck except for a single blinking red dot. After a few minutes, the dot began moving, slowly revealing surrounding streets on the map.


    Waylon recognized it immediately-this was the target''s location. He hugged theptop and headed for the door. "Thanks."


    "It''s not cheap to hire me," Fiona called after him.


    Waylon paused at the threshold. "I know. I''ll find your guy


    Fiona''s expression shifted slightly, her voice softening. "Thanks."


    "You''ve been searching for so long. Still hanging on, huh?" Waylon said.


    Fiona sipped her tea. "Everyone needs something to hold onto. Otherwise, what''s the point?"


    ''Later."


    Waylon left as quickly as he''de, leaving the two women to rx, enjoying their afternoon tea


    in no rush.


    "You know who Waylon''s after?" Fiona asked.


    Wendy shook her head. She remembered Waylon had mentioned borrowing Fiona''s skills once. That same night, Fiona had hacked into the entire Major Crimes Unit


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    Waylon had almost called her to yell.


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    But Waylon hadn''t actually said much. Fiona had dug through all the case files on her own and started tracking the suspect.


    Waylon respected her abilities. But even someone as wild and free as Fiona had things she couldn''t let go of.


    "I checked Waylon''s case files," Fiona said. "If I''m right, this is rted to the Harrison family''s old case. I suspect the person they''re after is a hired killer-an S- level mercenary. I dug through his bank records and found a car under his name."


    Without herptop, Fiona used her phone, pulling up a license te number and handing it to Wendy.


    One nce-and Wendy sat bolt upright.


    She would never forget that te.


    It was the car that had killed her father.


    Wendy turned to Fiona, her voice low. "You''re saying... this guy is tied to my dad''s death?"


    Fiona motioned for her to stay calm.


    It wasn''t certain yet. But they were connected. The suspect had bought the car brand-new, kept it for two months, then sold it off. A few monthster, that same car was stolen-and not long after, Wendy''s father was killed.


    It couldn''t be a coincidence.


    There was no such thing as coincidence in this world.


    "That''s why you took this job so seriously," Wendy realized.


    Fiona tucked her phone away. "I know this has been stuck in your heart for years. Not just for you -Madam Mandy too. I wanted to help."


    Wendy didn''t know what to say. Between them, thanks were unnecessary. After a long pause, she finally smiled. "Order whatever you want. It''s on me."


    Fionaughed. "Thanks for the treat, Madam Wendy."


    Honestly, with the sry Wendy paid Fiona, she could easily afford her own Ster Hall membership. But Fiona had no interest in luxury spending. She was always on the move, living light. If she could freeload, she would-no need to waste money.


    The truth about her father''s death had weighed on Wendy''s heart for years. She knew it wouldn''t


    he uncovered in a day so she had never ruched anuan


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    "And that''s why you put Chase at Cloud Hospital," Fiona said thoughtfully. "Because it was that hospital that initially treated your father-and insisted on issuing a death certificate right away. You''ve always had doubts."


    So many of the pieces tied back to the same people, the same ces. Wendy wasn''t stupid. But Henry had always treated her like just an ordinary woman, thinking he could fool her.


    It was time Henry realized: Wendy was never ordinary. As the heir to Quinn Group, she had never once allowed herself to be underestimated.


    "This will take time to investigate," Fiona said. "Don''t rush it. Chase is already the honorary chairman-it''ll be easier to look into things now. But... have you told him everything yet?"


    Wendy shook her head.


    She was still hesitating.


    Waylon had warned her before: Chase was never weak. He wasn''t some fragile flower to be hidden behind her back. Protecting him too much was just another


    kind of prison.


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