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    Bernie barely spared them a nce. His expression was ice-cold. “Find Alfy. Start with Katelyn’s grave.”


    His men immediately responded, “Yes, Earl Norris!”


    Bernie didn’t need to think twice. If Alfy had escaped, there was only one ce she would go.


    His jaw clenched, his gaze dark and unreadable.


    Meanwhile, Alfy had put a considerable distance between herself and the manor. But without a vehicle, she was left with no choice but to g down a passing car.


    She knew she couldn’t go straight to Katelyn’s grave. That would be the first ce Bernie would check.


    Thinking quickly, she chose a longer, indirect route. After hitching a ride, she made her way to a hotel in downtown.


    Though Bernie had sheltered and protected her all these years, Alfy was no helpless princess. She was a top-tier hacker with strong survival skills.


    The moment she arrived at the hotel, she hacked into the system, altered her identity records, and checked in while wearing a mask. Her actions were smooth, efficient—almost instinctive.


    Finally alone, Alfy copsed onto the sofa, her eyes brimming with tears as she gazed toward the direction of Katelyn’s grave.


    She whispered, her voice trembling, “Katelyn, I’lle see you in a few days. I promise.”


    She couldn’t go now. If she did, she’d be caught immediately. She hade too far to let that happen.


    But the thought of how long it had been since shest saw Katelyn made her chest tighten. Tears spilled down her cheeks, one after another. She had lost count of how many times she had cried over this. At some point, exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted into sleep without realizing it.


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    Back at the manor, Bernie’s men had turned Yata upside down in search of Alfy. Every ce connected to Katelyn had been checked—again and again. Yet, there was no trace of Alfy.


    At first, Bernie had been confident she wouldn’t get far. But as the hours dragged on, irritation began to w at him.


    Alfy had always lived under his protection, a sheltered girl who had never needed to fend for herself. He had always seen her as a pampered little princess. But now, that same “princess” had vanished without a trace. And the longer she remained missing, the more restless Bernie became.


    His men stood before him in the study, heads bowed, as one of them hesitantly reported, “Earl Norris, we’ve searched all of Yata but found no sign of Miss Norris.”


    A cold silence stretched across the room. Then, with a sudden burst of fury, Bernie swept everything off his desk. The crash of shattering ss and scattered papers made his men shrink back, lowering their heads even further.


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