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    Acting was his profession; deception was his art. With the right tone and the right words, he could be anyone.


    The phone vibrated once more.


    Iing call: Enchantress.


    Right on cue. Exactly as he had nned.


    Ss steadied his breathing before lowering his voice into that familiar, velvety register that belonged to Austen. “Did you miss me? Because I’ve been missing you.”


    He could almost picture the way her eyes would glisten, her voice trembling just a little in response.


    Right on cue, Rosanna hesitated on the other end of the line, her irritation softening under the weight of his words. Her lips pressed together before she muttered, “You’re impossible. You’ve been ignoring me so muchtely, I thought maybe there was someone else.”


    “I’ll make it up to you when I return. Promise me you’ll let me try, okay?”


    A few more brief exchanges followed before the call ended. A faint flush bloomed across Rosanna’s cheeks as she stared at her phone. She had to admit it—Austen had a way with words that melted straight through her defenses. Still, something inside her refused to fully settle.


    After all, she hadn’t forgotten the time Austen had installed a voice changer on her phone—the very same trick that had once allowed her to impersonate Maia without getting caught.


    Could it be that the man she had just spoken to wasn’t Austen at all, but someone pretending to be him on his orders?


    The thought settled uneasily in her mind, refusing to fade. As she reyed the conversation, something felt undeniably off. The voice on the phone had sounded lighter, almost careless, unlike the Austen she knew.


    Her conscience whispered a quiet warning. Trust mattered, yet his behaviortely had been far too unpredictable.


    With that thought lingering, she opened a tracking application on her phone—one capable of pinpointing a location as long as the target answered the call. It hadn’te cheap. Rosanna had paid a hefty sum to obtain it from a shady online seller, all for the sake of keeping tabs on Austen whenever he responded to her.


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    That was why, despite sensing something amiss in his tone earlier, she had deliberately kept the call going for several more minutes before ending it.


    Almost immediately, the app’s screen flickered to life, disying the words “Parsing IP address…” Within seconds, streams of code cascaded down the disy. Then, a single coordinate appeared on the map, glowing faintly against the dark screen.


    On the screen, bold letters shed: “Current location detected — Harmony za Banquet Hall, Wront.”


    Rosanna froze, disbelief striking her like a p. “That’s impossible!” she blurted, her eyes widening in shock.


    So Austen had lied to her after all.


    Springing to her feet, she swept her gaze frantically across the grand hall. No matter how far she searched, his familiar figure was nowhere to be seen.


    “You lying fool! Where are you hiding?”


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