And then their hands found each other in a subtle yet profound connection.
“Aisha.” His murmur held a weight of realization, an unraveling truth echoing
through his consciousness.
“Leon, I'm Millie.” She gently withdrew her hand, a step backwards. “Is sorrow
your specter, conjuring phantoms?”
No, hallucinations did not cloud his senses.
In this ephemeral juncture, Leon's phone resonated with an urgent melody—a
call from Claudia.
“Got it.”
Leon concluded the call by ending it. Claudia had implored him to return.
Witnessing Millie's cautious retreat, a chasm of ache formed in his chest, a
whisper of regret tracing its contours.
The recollection surfaced of Millie kneeling before him, a memory intertwined
with his forceful demand for her to exchange Lois. Placing a pen at her throat, he
aimed to coerce Marcus into releasing Fiona from his grasp.
Such a ludicrous spectacle.
While Leon fixated on Millie, agony painted across his gaze, her own unease
began to burgeon.
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“I shall take my leave,” Millie declared, a waiting taxi becoming her escape
vessel.
However, Leon refrained from intervening; he merely observed as the car
departed. Once the vehicle had faded into the distance, he proceeded to unlatch
his car door and enter. One cigarette succeeded another, a series of bitter
inhalations punctuating the farcical nature of his existence.
“Boss, are you alright?” inquired Leon's assistant upon arrival. Noting the
discarded cigarette butts strewn across the ground, the assistant became privy to
the relentless smoking, as if each puff were an enactment of his lung's
preordained folly. Igniting yet another cigarette, the interior of the car swiftly
became veiled in a cloud of smoke.
Perplexed, the assistant grappled with uncertainty. Could Leon's profound
distress be attributed to Fiona's demise?
Overwhelmed by a sense of empathy, the assistant found it difficult to witness
their highly esteemed boss in a state of despondency. After pondering for a while,
a decision crystallized: it was time to inform Leon that Fiona was not, in fact,
Aisha. His sorrow need not be carried to such an extreme.
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“In actuality, I neglected to apprise
you that our investigation had
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Leon's hand, which clutched the
cigarette, trembled, his emotional
fragility laid pre “Why
haved chosen is juncture to
disclose such crucial information?”
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“On that particular day, outside the
restaurant, Millie arrived with a stack
of documents, aiming to substantiate
Fiona's negative character. In a fit of
anger, you discarded those
documents in a nearby trash bin.
However, I was struck by a curious
notion and retrieved Li ERD
docu mega ere thc eck-in
rdedids of Fiona and Giovanni. Upon
examination, I determined them to be
authentic. Subsequently, I dove
deeper into the matter and
uncovered evidence that Fiona had
undergone facial plastic surgery. Her
appearance had changed
significantly from before, Leading me
to conclude that she couldn't
possibly be the person you've been
seeking. I believe this might be an
opportune moment for you to break
free from your past. Fiona's true
nature is far from virtuous, and I am
confident that upon recognizing this,
any attachment to the fake Aisha
would inevitably give way to
disappointment. Thus, this could
serve as a catalyst for you to finally
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Leon exerted pressure on the smoldering cigarette against his palm. Witnessing
this, the assistant was consumed by fear and instinctively dropped to their knees.
“Boss, I'm at fault. If you need to take it out on someone, let it be me. Please,
don't harm yourself. Regardless of the punishment you deem fit, 'UL willingly
accept it.”
“You truly are an exceptional assistant,” Leon remarked, his gaze fixed on the
seared mark on his palm, accompanied by a bitter smile.