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

She hung up after that.

Sheila looked at her phone and then glanced 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 plan then,” Davin said with a frown.

Sheila stood up all of a sudden. “I’m going to the Wicked Palace. 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,” Sheila said. “Levant will definitely send someone to track you down. I’ll go there myself.”

on the pretense of bidding

a story. If she isn’t moved by the story, then

Sheila asked, raising an

that I didn’t get to finish…” John said, his gaze

The next day.

that the latter’s face was rather pale, she told her

to like this, but I need you to listen to me,” Sheila pleaded. “I’ll leave after this. Is

at her wordlessly, waiting

Evan sleeping with the urn that supposedly contained your ashes in his arms, right?” Sheila started. “Would you like to know how

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

jail was a decision he hated himself for making. The victim had been his beloved grandfather, and you would never

face had already turned a ghastly shade of

“If this isn’t true love, then I don’t know what is. Maybe the

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

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