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    Sitting on the sofa, Kaiden found himself missing Ellie. Then he decided to call her on video. But the call ended almost as soon as it began.


    Ellie’s message popped up. “Baylee’s falling asleep. Let’s talkter!” Kaiden couldn’t help but seethe at her message.


    Carole gazed at the shut door, dazed. She couldn’t catch a glimpse of Kaiden from outside.


    Her heart slowed as the noise faded away. She regretted her words. But she was grateful she hadn’t confessed her feelings for Kaiden.


    Kaiden’s rejection lingered in her head all the same. His words had cut deep. A tear threatened to fall from her eyes.


    Then a call from Aphrodite came in.


    “Carole, you told me to use Quincy’s phone to send that message to Baylee, just for a little lesson, right? So why did Marcelo, one of Marvin’s guys,e to—” Aphrodite’s voice quivered.


    Carole sucked in a deep breath, her eyes mped shut, trying to block out the chaos.


    In Carole’s n, Baylee was meant to die, leaving no trace back to them. But now, Baylee was alive, and Marvin was tangled up in their mess.


    If Ellie had taken on the case, Carole could have muddled through using Kaiden’s influence, since Ellie and both Quincy and Aphrodite had a bad rtionship, limiting her reach.


    But Marvin’s involvementplicated everything.


    “Don’t freak out, Aphrodite. The message got wiped, right? They have no proof. And Quincy won’t y ball with Marvin,” Carole said reassuringly.


    “Yeah, you’re right! Marvin’s eyeing the Hill family’s prestige; he won’t openly sh with Quincy,” Aphrodite tried to calm herself, echoing Carole’s reassurance.


    Taking a gamble on Baylee seemed worth it for now.


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    After the call, Aphrodite realized something puzzling. Why was Marvin’s man poking around about Baylee? “I didn’t send any messages!”


    Quincy’s voice, simmering with anger, floated from the other room.


    “Marcelo, don’t push it, or my patience with Marvin will run out!” Quincy hissed.


    “Miss Curtis got a message from you, guiding her to the scene.”


    Quincy, growing even more agitated, responded, “And why’s Marvin dragging me into this mess?”


    “Oh, you didn’t know?” Marcelo said. “Mr. Hill is pursuing Miss Curtis, hoping she would be his wife.”


    The world seemed to hush at that moment.


    Quincy and Aphrodite turned ashen.


    “Baylee… Marvin… How could this be?” Aphrodite’s voice faltered in disbelief, her heart sinking with fear. She instinctively nced at Quincy.


    Quincy’s hands were balled into fists, and he was gritting his teeth, visibly struggling to ept what he had just heard. He had been aware of a new man getting close to Baylee recently. Despite using his resources and contacts, he couldn’t figure out who it was. It never crossed his mind that it would be Marvin, his cousin, who usually showed no interest in women.


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