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    The sound of slow, deliberate footsteps broke the silence.


    Her heart leapt, and she spun toward the sound.


    From the shadows, a familiar figure emerged with azy grin. His burgundy velvet jacket hung open, his smile dazzling yet edged with mischief.


    Amon.


    “Ms. Russell,” he drawled, eyes glinting with amusement. “We meet again.”


    His gaze swept over her like a predator savoring its prey. “Quiet spot, isn’t it? Perfect for a heart-to-heart. I searched quite a while to find it.”


    Ste froze, her blood running cold. Sharon’s so-called eyewitness… was Amon?


    Impossible.


    Sharon wouldn’t lie to her. Which meant Amon had deceived them both. Her throat tightened as she forced herself to speak.


    “What is the meaning of this? I’ve never crossed you before.”


    Did he truly find it amusing to toy with her like this?


    Amon chuckled, stepping closer, his polished shoes tapping softly against the wooden floor.


    “Don’t be nervous, Ms. Russell. I just want a little chat… maybe even make a new friend.”


    He tilted his head, his voice dripping with mockery.


    “I hear you’ve been digging into that car ident from more than ten years ago. You never give up, do you? But sometimes, knowing the truth isn’t such a good thing. Why not talk about lighter things instead? What you like… the kind of man you prefer?”<fn16b0> Th?s chapter is updated by FindN0vel</fn16b0>


    His tone was careless, but his eyes shamelessly roamed her face, making her skin crawl.


    Ste’s lips pressed into a thin line. She had walked straight into a trap. Amon had lured her here deliberately, and she doubted it was only for conversation.


    “I have nothing to say to you,” she said, her voice trembling despite her effort to stay firm. “I don’t know you, nor do I want to. You’d better let me go, or else—”


    “Or else what?” Amon cut in smoothly, his grin widening. “Call the police again? There’s no signal here. Shout for help? There’s no one around for miles. Save your strength, Ms. Russell. We’re only talking.”


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    He stayed maddeningly rxed, his eyes glinting with amusement—as though she were already his prey and he was savoring the hunt.


    Ste drew in a steadying breath, masking her unease.


    “What exactly do you want to talk about?”


    She couldn’t fathom what she had done to offend the arrogant yboy.


    “There’s a lot I’d like to know,” Amon replied smoothly. “William, my cousin, guards you like a treasure. I’m curious—what makes you so special?”


    With each word, he drifted closer, his cologne heavy in the air, making Ste’s stomach turn.


    She instinctively retreated, step by step, until her back collided with the cold wall, leaving her with no means of escape.


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