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Day Nineteen...

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Abigail and Nathan dropped by the SYP Twilight Corp where the assigned lady bodyguard was waiting for them.

Upon reaching the SYP Twilight Corp building, Nathan stepped out of the car and called soone.

"We're here. Where are you?" Nathan turned from left to right, searching for soone.

After a while, a woman wearing a black guard uniform suit was inching closer and closer to them. Abigail also ca out of the car, getting curious about the Lady Bodyguard assigned to her. She wondered if she would get along with her or not.

When the lady bodyguard stopped in front of them, a wide charming smile played across her face, her eyes sparkling in delight!

"Master!" The lady bodyguard called Nathan enthusiastically. She almost pounced on him if not for the sharp glare Nathan shot towards her.

Abigail could only watch the two in puzzlent. She darted her gaze back and forth between Nathan and the lady in a black suit. Sothing was strange about them.

'The way she called Nathan is very unprofessional. Is she trying to hug her master a while ago?' Abigail wondered to herself as she watched the lady bodyguard suspiciously.

"Cough! Cough!" The lady bodyguard cleared her throat and tried to behave properly in front of them.

Nathan sighed deeply as he massaged his temples. He started to regret choosing her to be Abigail's bodyguard. As soon as she saw him, she had forgotten her role.

"Hello, Ma'am. This is Chantha! Reporting for duty, Ma'am!" Chantha greeted Abigail as if she was a soldier. She even made a salute gesture in front of them.

Nathan's face contorted because of Chantha's bad acting. She was not good at pretending but she was the one who volunteered to beco Abigail's bodyguard. She promised Nathan to help Abigail in solving her attempted murder case and capture the culprit.

Besides, Violet would beco busy in managing the branch. So he could only give this special task to Chantha.

"Hello, I'm Abigail. Nice eting you," Abigail plainly said, extending her right hand to Chantha. Chantha gladly accepted her hand and shook it.

Abigail squeezed her hand trying to feel her texture. After that, she was convinced that the woman in front of her was a good fighter. She was also an expert in handling guns and knives. That was the result of her assessnt as she secretly observed her hand.

'Nice. The Devil chose a reliable and dependable bodyguard. This also ans... she might be here to monitor my movent. Is Nathan still suspicious of ?'

Abigail smiled at her faintly. Chantha could only smile back. Just like Abigail, Chantha also tried to assess her through that handshake.

She was surprised that Abigail had smooth hands so she was confused as to why Nathan told her that Abigail was also good at fighting. Aside from protecting Abigail, she was also tasked to find out if she was a spy.

Abigail was not a fighter but Phantomflake's soul was the one expert at martial arts. So Abigail's body was a great cover-up for Phantomflake's fighting skills.

"Let's go ho," Nathan mumbled, motioning the two ladies to enter the car.

Chantha looked around and frowned when she didn't see soone. When Abigail entered the car, Chantha moved closer to Nathan and asked him in a low voice, "Your annoying assistant is not here, Master?" She was referring to Axel.

"He is still in Country F, investigating sothing," Nathan responded before stepping inside the car.

Chantha just nodded her head. She felt a little bit disappointed since Axel was not around. She wanted to tease him and she knew he would get annoyed once he found out that she would work close to him now and he might see her every day when coming to Sparks Mansion.

Chantha just puffed her cheeks as she entered the car. She settled down in the front passenger seat. Starting today, she will be staying in the Sparks Mansion.

She wondered why their Supre Leader was paying more attention to this woman lately. She already found out that Abigail Scarlett was the woman Nathan brought during the Masquerade Party.

Nathan also explained Abigail's situation to Chantha. According to her, she didn't commit suicide. But instead, soone tried to kill her in the Centerville Hotel.

'Wow, quite a mystery to solve! I like doing this as if I am solving a puzzle!' Chantha thought to herself. She was looking forward to getting to know Abigail more.

Though she already had Abigail's background information, spending ti with her and bonding with her would give her more idea about what kind of person Abigail Scarlett was.

When the chauffeur started the car, Abigail and Nathan remained quiet in the back passenger. But Chantha noticed the odd behavior of the chauffeur. He was stealing glances at them from ti to ti through the rearview mirror.

'Eh, why is he secretly monitoring the two in the back?' Chantha mused to herself. She took a peek and everything just looked normal.

Nathan was leaning his head on the backrest of the seat with his eyes closed while Abigail was looking outside through the car window. They seed like they were avoiding each other.

Twenty Five minutes later, they finally reached the Sparks Mansion. Chantha and the Chauffeur stepped out of the car first to open the car door for both Abigail and Nathan.

The two just entered the mansion without looking back. Chantha grabbed that opportunity to ask the chauffeur what happened between the two.

"What's the deal with them? Did they fight?" Chantha asked the chauffeur curiously. But the chauffeur shook his head and flashed his wide grin.

"Master Nathan... just blushed a while ago! Can't you believe that? Our cold and indifferent Master got embarrassed in front of Miss Abi? He looked so cute while blushing!" The chauffeur was not able to hold his tongue. He was very eager to share what he had seen a while ago. That was a rare phenonon!

Chantha also had the sa shocked expression when she heard that. Her eyes went round and her lips hung open in awe.

"What?! Nathan blushed because of Abigail?!! That's a piece of news for sure! I have to inform the squad about it!"

Without wasting more ti, Chantha imdiately grabbed her phone to pester their group chat!

[ A Very Shocking News: Our Supre Leader blushed just because of a woman!!! ]

Chantha sent the ssage to their private group chat. The group chat was composed of her twin sister, Violet, Axel, Spider, and Joker!

Her phone vibrated seconds after she sent her ssage. Chantha burst out laughing after reading the comnts and reactions of her fellow mbers!

"As expected! They don't believe . Haha, accusing that I am just making up a story. Too bad we didn't get proof. I wonder what Nathan would look like when blushing." Chantha mumbled, tapping the chauffeur's shoulder.

"It was a great sight!" The chauffeur comnted as if he was still dreaming and imagining Nathan's blushing face.

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[ At Patel Mansion... ]

Madam Priya, also known as Priyanshi Patel, summoned their head butler in her study room. The old man entered the room with a worried expression on his face.

"Madam, you asked for ?"

Madam Priya just motioned him to co over.

"Have you heard any news from the detective?" She asked him with a hopeful look in her eyes. "Have they found my missing niece? Dad is getting old now. He just wants to see my niece..."

The old man shook his head, feeling a little bit bad. He appeared to be apologetic to their Madam.

"The detective reported to that he lost contact with her. He was supposed to et her sowhere to confirm her identity but the woman didn't show up. He apologized for failing you again this ti, Madam.

Madam Priya massaged her temple. A hint of disappointnt could be seen in her eyes. They had been searching for the daughter of her deceased sister for twenty years now but they failed over and over again.

Because of their wealth and power, many people tried to deceive them by pretending to be her missing niece. But in the end, they would always discover that they were all faked.

And just a few months ago, they found another hope when the detective finally found a lead. The detective worked hard, diligently following all the clues that would lead him to her missing niece. But another failure happened. The woman didn't show up to their agreed eting place.

"No... We have to find her... My Dad is sick and this is his only wish. I have to find the daughter of my sister Alyssa." Madam Priya beca more stressed after hearing this news. There was no developnt and it looked like they were back to zero again.

"If I have to spend billions and hire all the best detectives in this country, I will do that! As long as I can find my niece!" Madam Priya mumbled desperately.

"Madam... I'm sorry to say this... What if Lady Alyssa's daughter is dead? What are we going to tell the patriarch?" The head butler asked her hypothetically.

"No! Even if I have to look for her grave I will do that... Dad wants to see her... no matter what! Furthermore... I believe that she is alive out there..."

"We already lost Alyssa... and her elder daughter... I will do my best to find her youngest child." Madam Priya said with conviction.

"Madam... what if... if we try to hire from the underground world? Who knows... they might be more effective than those detectives?" The head butler had this crazy suggestion in mind.

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