Trevor’s expression turned stern upon at Stella’s words. After all, he had not met Paul in person before, so he found her speculation more credible than his.

“So, are you suggesting that the person isn’t Paul Morant?”

Stella felt she was about to uncover the truth, but it seemed veiled by something elusive that clouded her judgment.

She frowned as she repeatedly recalled the person she had seen that day: slim, short, and heavily dressed. However, their exposed skin lacked the roughness of a man and held an unexpected daintiness.

“Trevor, what was the name of Paul’s fiancee who died in the fire? Do you have a photo of her?”

Trevor shook his head. “I don’t. Paul’s father’s friend said that he met her when he was teaching in Rivera. She was also in the medical-“

shifted

could it be

overwhelmed as

that the person they had been searching for was lurking around them with a different identity

after coincidentally meeting her and told

where she lives first and try to get close to her. If she really is Dillon Brook, then… the fire back then might not be an accident. I need to know

very cautious person. She got very upset the other day when I asked her a couple

things slow.” “Sure.” Trevor paused before adding, “Is anyone

chuckled. “I just taught Darcie’s assistant a lesson today. Although I don’t have as much authority as her, I have more

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