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Those words, striking Yves King like a thunderbolt. It struck him stiff, burning his insides, ruffling him, leaving him dumbfounded. What was even more terrifying was the air of idiocy and naïveté that the girl projected across the table.
Those words, stung like a sudden thorn in Faye Owen's turbulent, rippling heart. She was roused abruptly, her gaze darting towards the computer screen as fast as possible. Her hand reached out to seize Yves King's wrist, to prevent him from destroying the evidence.
Her distracting beauty transformed instantly into a sharp focus, her gaze firmly locked onto the video pop-up on the computer screen, scrutinizing the disheveled and innocent-looking Dahlia Sanders.
Time seemed to freeze at this instant. The expressions on the faces of the three people were completely different.
