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    Raegan froze, her breath catching. Kiley’s gaze bore into her, unyielding. She swallowed hard, her mind scrambling for an answer.


    A strange stillness settled over the room, so heavy it felt like it could be sliced clean through.


    With a slow breath, Raegan steadied herself and let out a casual remark. “Most women just don’t catch my interest.”


    As she spoke, she reached up and gently tilted Kiley’s chin toward her, leaning in with a yful smile. “The only reason Maia caught my attention… is you.”


    Kiley blinked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Me?”


    “Absolutely.” There was something unreadable in Raegan’s eyes — teasing, curious. She bit down gently on her lower lip and added, “You didn’t have to say anything. I could see how furious you were today, the second I looked at your face.”


    Kiley kept quiet, her gaze calm but unwavering as it locked on Raegan’s.


    Rising to her feet, Raegan smoothed the fabric of her dress with deliberate care. “I just wanted to understand where you wereing from. As for where I went… like I said, I just strolled around tonight to clear my head.”


    While speaking, she reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and tapped on the screen to open the photo gallery. “I happened to pass by a church earlier. It had a strange kind of charm, so I snapped this.”


    The image showed a quiet church bathed in shadows, its towering spire faintly lit beneath the night sky.


    With an easy motion, she passed the phone to Kiley, a subtle smile ying at the corners of her mouth. “By the way, those bodyguards you set up… they don’t seem all that reliable.”


    Folding her arms, Raegan tilted her head and asked, “How did I manage to walk right past them without being noticed? They must be absent-minded when working.”


    Addressing suspicion with logic was far more effective than pretending it didn’t exist. Why must it be that she was lying? It was entirely possible the bodyguards had neglected their duty and failed to see her leave the hotel.


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    Kiley stared at the photo for a moment longer before finally looking up. Noticing the tension in Raegan’s face, she exhaled gently, her expression softening into a slight smile. “Maybe I was too quick to assume. You’re right. Those guards aren’t…”


    …doing their job. I’ll have them reced soon.” Her tone sounded almost like reassurance.


    Kiley leaned forward and gave herptop a gentle tap. “I dug up some information on Maia. Since you’re so curious, why not help me make sense of it?” Without waiting for a response, she rose from her seat, loosening the sash around her robe as she turned toward the bathroom. “I’m exhausted. Going to take a bath.”


    Raegan responded with ease, her tone light and unaffected. “No worries. I’ve got it.”


    The moment Kiley slipped behind the bathroom door, Raegan’s pleasant expression vanished. Her posture shifted as she sat up straighter.


    The screen glowed as Raegan adjusted the angle, her eyes narrowing in concentration while she scanned through the data on Maia. Disyed across the monitor were images, news clips, and public records — each one offering a glimpse into Maia’s carefully curated life.


    One headline caught her attention, pulling her in like a loose thread waiting to be unraveled. With a few swift clicks, Raegan closed every other tab, leaving only the article that detailed Maia’s birthday.


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