Killing what? Jimmie was so stunned by her casual, chilling words that it took him a moment to recover.


    "Who are you, really?" Jimmie''s expression turned grave, his voice unconsciously lowering.


    “Like I said, until our rtionship is confirmed, it''s inconvenient for me to reveal my current identity," Ebony Fox replied, her voice cool and low. "This is for your protection. The test results will be ready tomorrow afternoon. I will contact you then."


    "By the way," Ebony Fox added, as if an afterthought, "I suggest you get a sample of Juniper''s hair tested as well."


    Because... she really didn''t think the two of them looked alike.


    "Great suggestion, but I''ll pass," Jimmie''s face fell, his tone turning icy. "You seem more like a con artist to me."


    Though he had to admit, she was just as sharp-tongued as Juniper, with a talent for driving people mad.


    “Suit yourself.” Before leaving, Ebony Fox emphasized onest time, “For Juniper''s safety, I expect no third party will learn of this matter."


    With that, Ebony Fox released her grip on Jimmie''s neck and vanished from the room with incredible speed.


    By the time Jimmie turned around, she was gone. He immediately checked hisputer, only to find that the security footage had been wiped beforehand. Nothing had been recorded.


    She knew about what happened fifteen years ago... Did that mean she was one of his three missing sisters? What kind of identity was so sensitive that it couldn''t be revealed?


    Jimmie initially thought about asking Shanley to investigate the woman''s


    background, but her warning echoed in his mind— "For Juniper''s safety, I expect no third party will learn of this matter."


    Jimmie looked down at the lock of hair in his palm, then dialed his assistant. "Get me in touch with a DNA testingb."


    "Now?" The assistant nced at the time. "It''s midnight."


    "Now!" Jimmie''s tone was unusually stern, leaving no room for argument. "Pay for the express service. I want the results by tomorrow afternoon at thetest."


    The assistant fell silent. Thest time Mr. Tate had been this desperate for a DNA test was when he found his sister. What had happened this time? Could it be... Mr. Fate had a woman on the side, and now she was showing up with a baby, demanding he acknowledge his child?


    side


    "Mr. Tate, how old is the child?" the assistant swallowed, his heart pounding. "Who''s the mother? When did you find out?"


    "What are you babbling about?" Jimmie paused for a few seconds before the realization dawned, and his expression darkened further. "Just do what I asked."


    "Oh." The assistant was still bewildered, terrified that the sudden appearance of a child would jeopardize his own career.


    "This woman... she might be my


    sister," Jimmie said, sinking onto the sofa as he recalled the woman''s


    words. The probability was ny


    percent, Th


    fierce untamed aura she had was just like Juniper


    "Sigh." Jimmie leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose, exhausted. If they ended up with another sister with a temper like Juniper''s, life was going to get a lot harder for the three brothers.


    ...


    Early the next morning, Shanley was awakened by a phone call. He frowned, ncing at the peacefully sleeping girl beside him before taking his phone and stepping quietly out onto the balcony.


    “Boss, we''ve found a trace of Ebony Fox," Flint''s voice came through the line. "She''s right here in Era City. We can confirm she has been tailing Ms. Payne for some time."