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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT : MERCY

Her face was ashen white like the color of snow as she stared at me.

Her lips parted, and a small sound slipped out of them.

“How did you?

Ho…how did you know?” She stammered, almost falling to the floor luckily she was held in a bruising grip by the cops.

My lips curled into a wide smug smirk as I watched her.

Satisfaction filled my veins as I watched her face twist in terror.

“It was not hard to guess.

You both bear an uncanny resemblance.

Although it’s not noticeable at ...

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