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    Far from the garden, Shiloh suddenly brought the car to a halt.


    An uneasy quiet filled the space around him.


    He lit a cigarette and drew in the smoke, his expression easing for a moment before tightening again.


    After snuffing it out, he pulled out his phone and swiftly dialed a number.


    The person on the other end was none other than Raegan.


    Guided by Siena, who wore a simple dress, Maia stepped into the meeting room.


    Because Siena served as Zoey’s personal maid, her presence carried more weight than it appeared.


    Despite the pressing urgency of her visit, Maia forced herself to act with restraint. Siena, after all, had once awaited execution before being reshaped into a deadly operative whose hands moved like a killer’s de.


    “Please sit down. I’ll brew you some coffee. If I recall correctly, you’ve always preferred it ck,” Siena said, moving toward the cab. “Zoey never touches ck coffee, onlyttes, but she still asks others to buy some for her.”


    “Siena, I need to speak with Zoey. Could you let her know it’s urgent?” Maia said. The offer of coffee meant little to her, for she only wanted answers and Zoey’s presence.


    However, Siena carried on as though she hadn’t heard the plea. She rinsed the mugs and the pot with practiced ease, and with the precision of a seasoned barista, she began the brew. Before long, the gentle scent of freshly brewed coffee spread through the room.


    “Please, Siena, tell me where my mentor is,” Maia said, her voice unsteady.


    Atst, Siena lifted her gaze and gave a slow shake of her head. “Your impatience will only ruin the conversation. You’ll drink this coffee first, and after that, Zoey wille,” Siena said with chilling calm.


    A sharp pang seized Maia’s chest.


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    Could it be that Zoey had known all along she woulde here? If so, was she stalling? Did Zoey have no wish to meet her at all?


    “There isn’t a moment to lose, Siena. I refuse to let Zoey’s fury endanger my friends.”


    Maia rose quickly from her seat. “Is she upstairs? I’ll go find her myself.”


    “Stop right there,” Siena said coldly. “You’ll only see her if you manage to defeat me.”


    The door shut with a firm click, and the faint rustle of the garden wind stayed beyond the window.


    The living room sat in stillness. A set of delicate porcin rested on a sandalwood table. Water inside the pot released tiny bubbles, breaking the silence in a soft rhythm.


    Siena sat at the table. Her eyes carried a smile, yet the curve of her lips hinted at something sharp, not yfulness.


    “Maia, you’re panicked,” she said, her tone so quiet that it brushed on tenderness. She lifted her gaze and continued, “Nervousness before me carries risk; a wrong move could cost your life.”


    The mood tightened at once.


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