Anastasia cocked one of her eyebrows up in questioning.
Not long after, soone occupied the seat opposite Izara. It was a military officer.
Anastasia couldn’t recognize the man but from his outfit which consisted of what the military officer wears, he was a military officer.
She chatted so casually with him, not once glancing in their direction. It was as if everyone else in the room was too terrified to even breathe, let alone look at them. Anastasia frowned, her mind racing with questions. What were they talking about? Was the military officer involved in whatever sche was unfolding? Why was this conversation so important?
She couldn’t help but wonder what was going on, but she quickly shook her head, trying to calm the rising frustration. She knew she couldn’t risk sneaking in to eavesdrop again. If she was caught, everything would be ruined.
Anastasia decided to rest her head on the car seat and take a breather.
Her thoughts drifted back to the request Xavier had made, asking her to find Anastasia, just in case she was still trapped by Xander. The weight of that request had been on her mind ever since. Despite her lost mories, she could still feel the connection she had once shared with him, the bond that was difficult to ignore.
But there was still the issue of the informant—loose and unknown, adding an extra layer of risk to everything. She couldn’t afford to act impulsively.
Mr. Russell’s lifeless body lay where she had left it after cutting off his legs. It had been ssy, brutal, but necessary. The place now felt eerily empty, like sothing had shifted.
She needed a new pet.
Anastasia made a ntal note to go through her murder list and pick a new target as soon as possible.
Anastasia stared at Izara’s seat and saw the military officer handing over a docunt to Izara, and the latter pocketed it imdiately.
After a few inaudible exchanges, the both of them shook hands and separated.
Anastasia waited for Izara until the girl headed towards her car, and imdiately, she stepped out of her car and went towards her.
"Oh, will you look at who it is? Isn’t it Jennifer Reyez? What brings you here?" Izara asked as if she was showering Anastasia with a warm welco.
"About what you told the other ti..."
"If you’re wondering if I’m deceiving you or trying to confuse you, then I really can’t say anything—"
"I want to ask if you know where it was." Instantly, Izara’s face darkened, the change so abrupt that it was almost tangible. The unease in her expression was unmistakable—she didn’t want her parents involved in any of this, especially not with soone like Anastasia.
Anastasia knew that if she could convince Izara to join her, things would move much faster. But there was a catch. Izara was bound to her kingdom, her family, and the loyalty that ran deeper than blood. Would she be willing to let it all crumble, even for the chance of sothing greater?
Anastasia had her doubts, but she wasn’t about to back down. The mission had to move forward, no matter the cost.
"I don’t know what you’re talking—"
"I’m very sure you do know what I’m talking about Izara. You’re a smart girl, so if you tell where it is, I can help you if that’s what you need."
Izara suddenly started laughing as if she’d heard the biggest joke of her life. Thankfully, no one was around to be drawn by her laughter and give them questioning gazes. Anastasia doubted that though since people were scared of Izara.
Now, it only made her wonder how the king and queen ruled the kingdom. She hadn’t had the ti to investigate that.
When Izara was done laughing, Anastasia still looked as serious as she was before.
"It’s quite easy for you to assu that I don’t like what my parents are involved in. They’re making money, and giving everything I want, so what makes you think I want that to end so soon?" She questioned, glaring at Anastasia now.
"Because you’re a good person?"
Izara cocked an eyebrow at Anastasia’s reply. Then she rolled her eyes at the back of her head. "I’m already done talking to you, I need to leave now."
"I overheard your conversation with your parents earlier." Although Anastasia didn’t want to, she had to reveal that secret. And she loved the reaction Izara had on her face.
"I’ve told you this, and I’ll tell you again. I don’t want to have anything to do with you." Then she turned on her heels and left.
Anastasia sighed, resisting the urge to kick on the tires of her car to vent her frustrations.
She watched as Izara drove out and went her way.
Then Anastasia’s phone ding with a text ssage. She checked it and it turned out to be from Tracie. It’s already been a week since the latter had gone to glamourwood and Anastasia missed her big sister. It turned out the latter had already arrived in Faville and was heading to Anastasia’s house.
Anastasia frowned when she saw the last piece of the words attached to Tracie’s ssage.
There’s sothing important we need to talk about.
Without wasting a single second, Anastasia entered her car and headed back to the construction site. By the ti she’d reached, Julian was already done with his surveillance so the both of them headed back to Faville.
Anastasia arrived at her back at midnight, her body tired as she yawned her way through the living room where she found Tracie deep in thought.
"You said we needed to talk...talk about what?" She gently asked. She was starting to wonder if Fiona had finally revealed anything important to her. But even if she did, Tracie should have taken the matter to Xavier instead.
"Fiona told everything," Tracie replied and Anastasia’s eyes widened in shock. "She told every single thing."
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