Chapter 726

Following breakfast, Marcus made his way to the company, while Millie opted for a coffee shop.

Having initiated an investigation into Fiona’s potential plastic surgery, Millie had engaged a detective.

The investigator gathered some information and scheduled a meeting with her at the coffee shop.

‘The investigator provided her with details regarding Fiona’s plastic surgery.

“Miss Brown, I have confirmed that Fiona did indeed undergo plastic surgery, albeit abroad. Flight data

and hospital records were deliberately expunged. But, regardless of the complexity, I’ve managed to

uncover it. I accessed their website and restored the data.”

This detective exhibited skills more akin to those of an elite hacker than a conventional investigator.

Reviewing the contents, Millie laid eyes on an original image of Fiona—a stark contrast to her current

appearance.

What did it mean? A chill descended upon Millie, her limbs tinged with an icy touch.

Fiona had consciously undergone surgery to revert to her prior self. This revelation implied a deeper,

enigmatic motive.

Gripping the paper, an unanticipated notion took root. Was Millie, perhaps, the very individual Leon had

been relentlessly pursuing?

“Miss Brown?”

The detective’s voice roused her from her momentary trance, and her consciousness seemingly

whisked her into another realm.

Millie regained her bearings, her gaze laden with a perplexing heaviness—her memories remained

intact; amnesia had not claimed her, but she couldn’t remember having seen Leon before.

Was there another individual bearing an uncanny resemblance to her in existence?

Gazing upon Fiona’s dossier, her parents’ demise and Fiona’s factory employment appeared as key

details.

Could such an unassuming figure like Fiona have crossed paths with the likes of Leon?

Millie perceived the intricate nature of events. The truth harbored hidden depths behind Fiona’s facade.

“I apologize. I’m indebted to you once more. My finances are somewhat strained at the moment.”

“Of course.”

Having cooperated with this detective previously, Millie held a degree of trust in their partnership.

The detective had discerned Millie’s true identity—an unexpected revelation of her concealed role as a

talented jewelry designer.

In a desolate alley, Fiona met Giovanni.

Drenched and forlorn, Giovanni’s demeanor mirrored a specter, his gaze vacant and hollow.