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    Raegan stood there—unbothered, unhidden, not attempting to disguise herself. She had spotted Rosanna long ago but had waited, quietly observing from the shadows.


    She hadn’t anticipated Rosanna being so strikingly noticeable. Within minutes, her choice of attire had turned her into the center of unwanted attention.


    Raegan sighed inwardly. There was a spark of cleverness in Rosanna—but only a touch.


    They soon reached a secluded private club tucked inside a forest park.


    Once the doors closed behind them, Rosanna exhaled in relief and removed her hat. “Nice ce,” she muttered.


    “Feel at home,” Raegan said, settling gracefully at a table. “We’re alone here. By the way, did you see Anti?”


    Rosanna nodded. “I did—thanks to your warning.” She met Raegan’s cool gaze. “So… have you thought about my offer?”


    “Sure,” Raegan replied, her tone deliberate. “But first, tell me the truth—what’s your real rtionship with Maia?”


    Rosanna narrowed her eyes, her gaze probing. The woman across from her remained an enigma she couldn’t quite unravel.


    At the mention of Maia, anger surged. “What kind of rtionship do you think we have?” she snapped.


    “That’s not the answer I want,” Raegan said mildly, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Is Maia family to you—or your enemy?”


    Rosanna’s eyes burned red with fury as she spat the words through clenched teeth. “Enemy? No—Maia is my nemesis. There’s a blood feud between us!”


    She made no effort to conceal the truth; anyone who knew her understood how strained things were between her and Maia. Open acknowledgment was far better than a futile denial.


    Thinking of Richard and Sandra—helpless, suspended between life and death—Rosanna’s voice shook with rage. “Maia stole the life that was meant for me. And she killed my parents.”


    Raegan lifted a brow, intrigued.


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    “Oh?” she said. “That’s a serious usation. Do you have proof?” She studied Rosanna for a beat, then added, “Don’t worry. I’m not your enemy.”


    Rosanna’s fists tightened. “Not yet. But my brother Jarrod found out that, on the day it happened, my parents contacted Maia. If I had evidence, I would’ve sent her straight back to prison.”


    Her voice faltered, and a thin, private smile ghosted over her lips.


    She didn’t say it aloud, but she knew—Jarrod wouldn’t wait for proof. He’d already decided to kill Maia.


    Suddenly, a hoarse cry echoed from somewhere deep in the woods.


    Rosanna’s head snapped up on instinct.


    The voice sounded familiar.


    But Raegan didn’t flinch, as if she hadn’t heard anything at all. Rosanna’s brow furrowed, unease flickering in her eyes. “Did someone just call for help?”


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