Chapter 2


    Chapter 2


    Five yearster.


    At CozyBean Café.


    A masculine voice broke the morning silence, “Joyce! Come here! Deliver this order to Noblewood


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    Retreat.”


    “Mr. Sabri, my name is Julie Abraham,” Julie, dressed in her delivery uniform, a half–ponytail, replied


    with a warm smile on her face, looking at the middle–aged man in front of her.


    The manager Sabri nced at her dismissively, shoved a few cups of freshly–ground coffee into her


    hands, and said, “I don’t give a hoot about your name, just get these to this address. Here are the


    motorbike keys, drive carefully. If you crash, no big deal, but don’t wreck the bike.”


    Julie took the coffee and the motorbike keys, then turned and left the café.


    She’d been working at this café for almost five years. For the same time since she’d changed her


    name, yet the manager still couldn’t remember her new name correctly.


    Julie shook her head with a smile, skillfully ced the coffee into the delivery box on the motorcycle,


    took a deep breath, and started the motorbike.


    Noblewood Retreat!


    She was no stranger to this ce. Five years ago, she and Kieran had lived in a vi in Noblewood


    Retreat, living a carefree life of luxury.


    Now, she was returning to the Noblewood Retreat, dressed in a delivery outfit, riding on an old


    motorbike.


    Julie suddenly forgot which vi it was. She stopped the motorbike, looked down at the address, and


    surprisingly found that her bike was parked right in front of the vi where she and Kieran had lived.


    Ironically, the delivery address in her hand was for this very vi.


    Her messy hair, forelock damp with sweat, stood in stark contrast to the noble, beautiful pure white


    European–style vi.


    She didn’t even know what made her stand there. If she knew before that she would be delivering to


    this ce, she probably wouldn’t havee.


    ording to the news, Bertha and Kieran’s wedding was at the end of this month, about a week away.


    Had Bertha’s six–year wait finally paid off? Were she and Kieran finally going to form a happy family


    with their child?


    Julie’s fingers, clutching the delivery bag, slightly whitened from the force. She felt a chill run through


    her.


    Finally, she took a deep breath, turned around, and chucked all the coffees into the trash bin. She


    really wasn’t in the mood to do this delivery.


    Silently, Julie walked towards her motorbike, just stepping on the pedal.


    Suddenly, a scream came from behind her.


    Startled, Julie slipped, falling over with the motorbike on top of her. The pain felt like her bones were


    crushed.


    Before she could react, she heard a heavy sound.


    The sound was a heavy object falling to the ground.


    The woman who had just jumped from the building was lying less than a meter away from her, thick.


    blood flowing from her nose.


    “Bertha?” Julie’s eyes widened, looking at the woman who had jumped in disbelief, uncertainly calling


    her name.


    The dark red liquid quickly stained the white tiles on the ground. Bertha opened her mouth, as if


    wanting to say something. But in the end, she couldn’t speak and stopped breathing.


    Julie raised her head to look at where Bertha had jumped, but saw a shadow sh on the top floor of


    the


    vi.


    She didn’t get a clear look at the shadow before everything went ck and she passed out.


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