Stepping back from the bedside, Leonpressed his lips tightly.


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    Lois reminisced about the days Fiona served as a maid in her house, her chest constricting. Had she


    denied Fiona those tasks, perhaps she wouldn’t have met her demise.


    After her sses, Millie hailed a taxi and boarded it. “Sir, please halt,” Millie suddenly requested.


    In the vehicle, she saw Leon stood by an alley with two individuals carrying a stretcher draped in white


    fabric.


    “Who’s that?” Millie disembarked and eyed the stretcher swathed in white.


    “It’s Fiona. She’s passed away,” Leon disclosed. “How did she die?” Millie questioned. Hadn’t Fiona


    been hit by a car the previous day, only to rise and leave in a taxi? How did she suddenly die? Millie


    was nning to approach Fiona for confirmation of her suspicions.


    “She sustained injuries from the car collision yesterday. Her body had internalplications,” Leon


    rified. “Yesterday, it appeared Fiona fled in a taxi, fearing capture by the two individuals. However,


    her injuries from the ident proved fatal.”


    Leon loosened his tie, brows furrowed.


    Fiona had identified the person he sought.


    The cryptic words she managed before her demise, “The real Aisha is just…” signified that this


    individual was someone familiar, someone in proximity.


    She had been manipted into impersonating another, but who had issued that directive?


    “She suffered such severe scalding. Why would she still attempt escape?”


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    Suddenly, the conversation between the two servants at the entrance of the Raynes’ residencest


    night surfaced in Leon’s mind.


    Fiona had posed as someone else, with Lois reaping the greatest advantages. Could Lois be the


    mastermind behind this borate scheme? Fiona had served Lois. A cold sweat broke out on Leon’s


    back as he considered the possibility.


    Everything had been meticulously orchestrated by the cunning hand of Lois.


    Leon found himself unable to escape contemtion regarding the true identity of Aisha. His circle of


    acquaintances was limited, and his knowledge of women was even scarcer.


    Except for Fiona and Lois, the logical conclusion would be…


    In an abrupt twist of fate, Leon’s gaze pivoted towards Millie, a symphony of astonishment dancing in


    his eyes.


    Ah, yes, it was Millie. A sensation of familiarity had always been an unseen thread connecting them.


    “Are you okay?” she queried, her voice a soothing cadence.


    Caught within the tangled web of surprise and abstraction, Leon’s countenance was a canvas of


    astonishment.


    “Leon.” Once more, Millie advanced, extending her hand and gesturing it in front of his gaze.