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An oppressive and long waiting time passed.
Anna Jadwin stood by the window, watching the twilight envelop the area. The colorful lights in the villa lit up, shining on the thick layer of snow, bringing a warm atmosphere.
A few police officers came downstairs after gathering evidence. Wilfred handed them a leather bag: "This is the information about our Mr. Bailey's lost treasure."
A chill ran down Anna Jadwin's spine. Lost treasure? She hadn't stolen anything, how could that be?
Ironically, her purpose for getting close to Wayne Bailey this time was to steal the jewel.
[You are the woman he least guards against...]
The silver-masked man's sultry voice floated in her ear,
[That jewel is extremely important. Apart from you, there is no one else in this world who can get it. ...Because he cares about you, he would even give up his life for you, let alone a jewel?]
