Female Novel
Chapter 85
Chapter 85SEBASTIANSix months later...“You're still at it?”
| lifted my head when | heard Atlas‘ voice coming from the door. My eyes were so fixated on my laptop that | didn’t notice himcoming in. | was too busy reading the latest report regarding Blaire’s whereabouts.
Almost everyone has given up on her, but not me. | will never stop looking for her. As long as there’s no definite proof that she’sdead, | will do everything to find her.
| looked at Atlas with dead eyes before | turned my eyes back towards the screen of my laptop.“You're not going to stop, are you?” he asked once again when | deliberately ignored him.“You know | won’t. Why bother asking?” | answered.
“You've been spending thousands and thousands of dollars, and you only get the same information over and over again. Haveyou even considered the fact that if Blaire were alive, she would have come back already?” Atlas continued.
| lifted my eyes and glared at him with a threatening look. “What are you mumbling about? Your company is the one that’searning a lot of money from this. I’ve been paying you generously to search for Blaire, not to give me unsolicited advice.”
He chuckled. “I was about to build a new office in Asia because of the money you paid me.”“And yet you gave me nothing,” | remarked sarcastically.“Give me some slacks, okay?” he complained.
| shot him a death glare before refocusing on my laptop screen. Minutes passed in tense silence until he cautiously approachedmy desk, dropping a folder of documents onto it.
Raising an eyebrow, | glanced up at him, my expression questioning. My gaze lingered on the folder for a
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“You won't know what's inside until you take a look,” Atlas remarked, his tone suggesting he could read my thoughts.35)
“| don’t have time for your games, Atlas,” | retorted, my hand trembling slightly as i reached for the folder. | tried to conceal mynervousness, but | knew Atlas was observant enough to notice,
My heart skipped a beat as | laid eyes on the documents and photographs nestled within the folder. There, staring back at me,was a woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to Blaire. The resemblance was so striking, it sent a jolt of recognition coursingthrough my veins.
“No, it can’t be,” | murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. But as | studied the images more closely, | could no longer denythe truth. It was Blaire—or at least, someone who looked exactly like her. My mind raced with a flurry of emotions, ranging fromdisbelief to a glimmer of hope.
“You found her,” | murmured.
Atlas watched me closely, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t mean to run on your parade, but | want to tell you not to let yourhopes up,” he said.
| tore my gaze away from the photographs, my mind spinning with possibilities.“What do you mean?” | asked him confusingly.
“Based on that picture alone, without a doubt, that’s Blaire. But according to my investigation, there’s no one in that small townwho bears that name.”
“She was probably under a different name.” | tried to make more sense out of it.
“Even if that’s true, what could be her reason for doing so? And more importantly, why isn’t she coming back?” Atlas said, addingmore confusion in this situation.
“| don’t know what to think,” | admitted, my voice tinged with uncertainty. “But if there’s even a chance that it’s her, we have toinvestigate further.”
Atlas nodded in agreement, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation Merced. We'll need to tread carefully, though. IfCatherine catches wind of our investigation, it could put Blaire in even greater danger.”
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“You won't know what's inside until you take a look,” Atlas remarked, his tone suggesting he could read my thoughts.
“| don’t have time for your games, Atlas,” | retorted, my hand trembling slightly as | reached for the folder. | tried to conceal mynervousness, but | knew Atlas was observant enough to notice.
My heart skipped a beat as | laid eyes on the documents and photographs nestled within the folder. There, staring back at me,was a woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to Blaire. The resemblance was so striking, it sent a jolt of recognition coursingthrough my veins.
“No, it can’t be,” | murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. But as | studied the images more closely, | could no longer denythe truth. It was Blaire—or at least, someone who looked exactly like her. My mind raced with a flurry of emotions, ranging fromdisbelief to a glimmer of hope.
“You found her,” | murmured.
Atlas watched me closely, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t mean to run on your parade, but | want to tell you not to let yourhopes up,” he said.
| tore my gaze away from the photographs, my mind spinning with possibilities.“What do you mean?” | asked him confusingly.
“Based on that picture alone, without a doubt, that’s Blaire. But according to my investigation, there’s no one in that small townwho bears that name.”
“She was probably under a different name.” | tried to make more sense out of it.
“Even if that’s true, what could be her reason for doing so? And more importantly, why isn’t she coming back?” Atlas said, addingmore confusion in this situation.
“| don’t know what to think,” | admitted, my voice tinged with uncertainty. “But if there’s even a chance that it’s her, we have toinvestigate further.”
Atlas nodded in agreement, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. “Agreed. We'll need to tread carefully, though. IfCatherine catches wind of our investigation, it could put Blaire in even greater danger.”
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“What could she do? She’s already in prison. And I have every intention of keeping her in there for as long as |
can.
Atlas sighed, his expression troubled. “Catherine may be behind bars, but she still has connections, Sebastian. We can’tunderestimate her reach or her influence. If she suspects that we’re onto something, she could pull strings from the inside tosabotage our efforts or, worse, retaliate against Blaire.”novelbin
His words sent a chill down my spine, a sobering reminder of the lengths Catherine would go to protect herself and exactrevenge. “Then we'll have to proceed with caution,” | replied, my voice resolute. “We can’t afford to let our guard down, not whenBlaire’s safety hangs in the balance.”
“Okay, I'll gather my men to help with the search.”“Do that. But I'll be going there now. I'll meet you up there. | don’t think I’d be able to wait for another minute sitting here doing
nothing.”
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trace of Blaire. However, to my dismay, it seemed like she was a complete stranger to was as if she had vanished without atrace, leaving no mark on the memories of the townsfolk. It was baffling and unsettling, like chasing a ghost through the emptystreets.
It makes no sense. If it weren't for the photos in my head, taken along these same streets, I'd probably think thatshe’s not here.| looked at the photo in my hand just to remind me that it was real.
Despite the lack of leads, | refused to give up hope. With determination fueling my every step, | continued my search, scouringevery corner of the town in the hopes of uncovering a clue, no matter how small.
Just when | was about to give up, a young street vendor noticed the picture in my hand.18218“Oh, that’s Dylan,” he remarked. The street vendor’s words caught me off guard, igniting a spark of hope within3/5Emergency calls onlyCChapter 851. But at the same time, | frowned when | realized that he calls her a different name.“Dylan? Are you sure?” | asked, my voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and skepticism.D 52% 11:14
The vendor nodded eagerly. “Yeah, she’s a regular around here. Comes by every now and then to pick up supplies,” heexplained, his words coming in a rush as if he couldn’t contain his excitement at being able to provide me with information.
“Can you lead me to her?” | asked immediately.
But hesitation spread all over his face. He looked at me with suspicious eyes before his lips broke into anawkward smile.
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“Oh, maybe | was wrong. | mistaken her for someone | know,” he said, avoiding my eyes. | immediately knew he'd be hidingsomething.
My heart sank at the vendor’s sudden change in demeanor. It was clear that he was hiding something, and | couldn’t afford to letthis opportunity slip away. “Please, | need to find her. It’s important,” | urged, my voice
tinged with desperation.
But the vendor remained evasive, his eyes darting nervously as he avoided my gaze. “I’m sorry, mister. | must've beenmistaken,” he muttered, his words lacking conviction as he turned away, effectively ending the
conversation.
Frustration boiled within me as | watched him go, knowing that he held the key to finding Blaire but refusing to cooperate. | hadto find another way—another lead to follow. With a determined grit, | set out once more, my resolve stronger than ever as | vowedto uncover the truth, no matter the obstacles in my path.
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