Chapter 929


    Nicole thought about it for a second before replying, “It’s gettingte. Good night.”


    She hung up after that.


    She looked at her phone and then nced at the two men. “She hung up on me. I don’t know if she’s


    willing to help us.”


    John sighed. “Looks like she still refuses to trust Mr. Seet…”


    “If she’s unwilling to help, then it’ll be down to the three of us to figure out a n then,” Davin said with


    a frown.


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    She stood up all of a sudden. “I’m going to the Wicked Pce. I have to see her and convince her!”


    “I’ll go with you,” Davin said, he was worried for her safety.


    “There is no need,” She said. “Levant will definitely send someone to track you down. I’ll go there


    myself.”


    John nodded. “I think Ms. Muir should go alone on the pretense of bidding her farewell. Bringing you


    along would only raise suspicions.”


    He turned to She and said, “I need you to cut back on the coaxing and just tell her a story. If she isn’t


    moved by the story, then it would mean that Mr. Seet and Nicole were never meant to be.”


    “Story? What story?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.


    “The story that I didn’t get to finish…” John said, his gaze downcast.


    The next day.


    She arrived at the Wicked Pce early in the morning to meet Nicole. Noticing that thetter’s face


    was rather pale, she told her to take care of herself before she cleared her throat and revealed the true


    intentions of her visit.


    “Ms. Nicole, you’re not going to like this, but I need you to listen to me,” She pleaded. “I’ll leave after


    this. Is that alright?”


    Nicole simply stared at her wordlessly, waiting for her to speak.


    “I’m sure John had already told you the story of Evan sleeping with the urn that supposedly contained


    your ashes in his arms, right?” She started. “Would you like to know how he brought the urn back


    home?”


    “It had been raining heavily that fateful night. Evan unearthed the urn with his bare hands, ignoring the


    mud and grime that coated his arms as though his germaphobia never existed. When he finally dug the


    urn out, he held it close to his body, fearing that the rain would mar its surface. The elders from the


    Seet family had tried to stop him from bringing the urn back home, but he refused to obey their orders.


    He wanted to keep the urn and his love for you safe, even if it meant going against his family’s wishes.”


    “Sending you to jail was a decision he hated himself for making. The victim had been his beloved


    grandfather, and you would never hear the end of it from the Seet family if Evan had not intervened.”


    By then, Nicole face had already turned a ghastly shade of white. Her fingers dug into the fabric of her


    shirt.


    She took a deep breath. “If this isn’t true love, then I don’t know what is. Maybe the two of you are


    just not fated to be together.”


    She moved closer to Nicole before continuing. “I’m done with my story, but I still have a question for


    you. How would you feel if you pulled the same trick in order to stay close to Mr. Seet?”


    When Nicole did not answer, she decided to try another angle. “I know you aren’t actually in love with


    Levant, and I’m sure Mr. Seet feels the same for Susan. How would you feel if you were forced to


    impersonate Susan just to get close to him?”


    Tears fell from Nicole’s eyes.


    She used to berate Evan in her mind for stealing Levant’s identity, but She’s story made her realize


    how powerless he had been against fate and circumstance.


    An arrogant man like him has gone this far to stoop so low.


    He must have hated using someone else’s identity just to talk to me.


    I won’t be able to do the same even if I don’t have a choice.


    The thought of it almost made her gag.


    “By the way, there’s something else that I need to rify,” She said. “Remember the jar of paper stars


    that you said was a gift from Mr. Seet to Susan? John and Davin have taken a closer look at it after Mr.


    Seet mailed it over. The truth was Mr. Seet had made those stars for Susan back when she saved him


    and got hospitalized, but the words on them seemed freshly written. The person who wrote them is


    pretty adept at forging Mr. Seet’s handwriting, but it’s still pretty obvious that those words weren’t


    written by him”