Chapter 813

Stepping back from the bedside, Leon compressed his lips tightly.

Lois reminisced about the days Fiona served as a maid in her house, her chest constricting. Had she

denied Fiona those tasks, perhaps she wouldn’t have met her demise.

After her classes, Millie hailed a taxi and boarded it. “Sir, please halt,” Millie suddenly requested.

In the vehicle, she saw Leon stood by an alley with two individuals carrying a stretcher draped in white

fabric.

“Who’s that?” Millie disembarked and eyed the stretcher swathed in white.

“It’s Fiona. She’s passed away,” Leon disclosed. “How did she die?” Millie questioned. Hadn’t Fiona

been hit by a car the previous day, only to rise and leave in a taxi? How did she suddenly die? Millie

was planning to approach Fiona for confirmation of her suspicions.

“She sustained injuries from the car collision yesterday. Her body had internal complications,” Leon

clarified. “Yesterday, it appeared Fiona fled in a taxi, fearing capture by the two individuals. However,

her injuries from the accident proved fatal.”

Leon loosened his tie, brows furrowed.

Fiona had identified the person he sought.

The cryptic words she managed before her demise, “The real Aisha is just…” signified that this

individual was someone familiar, someone in proximity.

She had been manipulated into impersonating another, but who had issued that directive?

“She suffered such severe scalding. Why would she still attempt escape?”

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Suddenly, the conversation between the two servants at the entrance of the Raynes’ residence last

night surfaced in Leon’s mind.

Fiona had posed as someone else, with Lois reaping the greatest advantages. Could Lois be the

mastermind behind this elaborate scheme? Fiona had served Lois. A cold sweat broke out on Leon’s

back as he considered the possibility.

Everything had been meticulously orchestrated by the cunning hand of Lois.

Leon found himself unable to escape contemplation regarding the true identity of Aisha. His circle of

acquaintances was limited, and his knowledge of women was even scarcer.

Except for Fiona and Lois, the logical conclusion would be…

In an abrupt twist of fate, Leon’s gaze pivoted towards Millie, a symphony of astonishment dancing in

his eyes.

Ah, yes, it was Millie. A sensation of familiarity had always been an unseen thread connecting them.

“Are you okay?” she queried, her voice a soothing cadence.

Caught within the tangled web of surprise and abstraction, Leon’s countenance was a canvas of

astonishment.

“Leon.” Once more, Millie advanced, extending her hand and gesturing it in front of his gaze.