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white suit, its lines crisp and immaculate. "This one might be

was perfect. The black jacket contrasted sharply with th

t," I said

ellent choice, sir. You'll

enneth Johnson's daughter, once thought to be dead, was about to reappear in front of the wo

stayed hidden for so long? And why now, of all

ve me peace. My thoughts then shifted to Richard G

n a relationship. The idea made my stomach churn. Garrison w

toward the Johnson mansion, my mind flashed back to the note Jacob had left. T

to tell me, Jacob?" I

hnson mansion. The estate was breathtaking, its toweri

way, and the soft hum of voices and

the cobblestone driveway. My chauffeur gave me a

anned the surroundings. That's w

ette illuminated by the mansion's golden lights. My

. His posture was casual, but there was an

ill in her high heels, lean closer t

through me. Who was this

locked on the pair, but as I approached, the man turned slightly, his face hidden f

out, my voice shar

surprise and warmth. "Max!" she exclaim

swirling with doubt. Did she see me

ly, slipping her hand int

y doubts aside for the mome

as she squeezed my

oom. The scent of roses filled the air, and th

the mysterious man and the note from Jaco

ft hum of classical music. It sparkled with elegance,

as I stepped inside, my eyes darting

son. The rumors surrounding her were endless. After years of silence, whispers of her reappear

ce felt like a possibility, a moment of revelation. My mind raced with thoughts

n as he always did. His deep, booming voice cut through the hum of conversati

hest puffed with pride. "You'll all see what I me

ars, trying to blend into the background

sing the crowd like a king speaking to his subjects. "And I want to set the record str

of murmurs. I felt my pulse quicken. Wait, what? My

owd. "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present my daug

h gestured toward the stage. I turned sh

ed with none other than Richard Garrison, the

d mistreated like trash, the same Tamara who my family and I had accuse