Following breakfast, Marcus made his way to thepany, while Millie opted for a coffee shop.


    Having initiated an investigation into Fiona’s potential stic surgery, Millie had engaged a detective.


    The investigator gathered some information and scheduled a meeting with her at the coffee shop.


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    ‘The investigator provided her with details regarding Fiona’s stic surgery.


    “Miss Brown, I have confirmed that Fiona did indeed undergo stic surgery, albeit abroad. Flight data


    and hospital records were deliberately expunged. But, regardless of theplexity, I’ve managed to


    uncover it. I essed their website and restored the data.”


    This detective exhibited skills more akin to those of an elite hacker than a conventional investigator.


    Reviewing the contents, Millieid eyes on an original image of Fiona—a stark contrast to her current


    appearance.


    What did it mean? A chill descended upon Millie, her limbs tinged with an icy touch.


    Fiona had consciously undergone surgery to revert to her prior self. This revtion implied a deeper,


    enigmatic motive.


    Gripping the paper, an unanticipated notion took root. Was Millie, perhaps, the very individual Leon had


    been relentlessly pursuing?


    “Miss Brown?”


    The detective’s voice roused her from her momentary trance, and her consciousness seemingly


    whisked her into another realm.


    Millie regained her bearings, her gazeden with a perplexing heaviness—her memories remained


    intact; amnesia had not imed her, but she couldn’t remember having seen Leon before.


    Was there another individual bearing an uncanny resemnce to her in existence?


    Gazing upon Fiona’s dossier, her parents’ demise and Fiona’s factory employment appeared as key


    details.


    Could such an unassuming figure like Fiona have crossed paths with the likes of Leon?


    Millie perceived the intricate nature of events. The truth harbored hidden depths behind Fiona’s facade.


    “I apologize. I’m indebted to you once more. My finances are somewhat strained at the moment.”


    “Of course.”


    Having cooperated with this detective previously, Millie held a degree of trust in their partnership.


    The detective had discerned Millie’s true identity—an unexpected revtion of her concealed role as a


    talented jewelry designer.


    In a deste alley, Fiona met Giovanni.


    Drenched and forlorn, Giovanni’s demeanor mirrored a specter, his gaze vacant and hollow.