NovelEnglishBryson's voice was steady and even, a stark contrast to Hannah's unbridled fury.
He gently but firmly pressed her hand down, his gaze unwavering.
"We have time," he said, his words cutting through the tension like a knife.
Hannah's chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her voice quivering with barely concealed rage. "Tellwhat you know!" Maryam struggled to catch her breath as she raised her head, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead.
Her eyes met Hannah's, and she said in a voice barely above a whisper, “Wallace... He was the one who killed your mother.
" The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and a deafening silence descended over the room.
Hannah's eyes were like frozen chips of steel, and her voice was eerily calm.
"Evidence," she repeated, the word coming out Like a low growl.
"I want proof.
" Maryam said, her voice trembling slightly, "He kept you from finding out the truth about your mother's death.
He wouldn't let you get close to the case, no matter what you did, right? He killed her because she knew too much.
She had information he didn't want anyone to know.
And I lied.
I'm not your sister.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAmelie and Wallace hadcommitted.
They keptlocked away in the psychiatric hospital, ready to usewhenever they needed a replacement for you.
Because we look so similar, they wanted to replace you with me, and no one would ever know.
They keptthere, waiting for the right moment.
" "Impossible!" Winston exclaimed, his voice urgent.
"Miss Moore, don't believe her.
I've been working for Mr.
Compton for years.
He's been searching for you all this time, because he wanted to protect you.
He'll never find anyone who can replace you.
"Ha ha!" Maryam's laugh was cold and mocking.
"You're still in the dark, Winston.
You don't know the whole story.
Mr.
Compton has been searching for her for years, but not to protect her.
He just wants her to be completely under our control.
I just wanted to get away from them, so I used Mr.
Mitchell as my escape plan.
I knew he would be drawn to me, so I played on that to get him to help me.
" Maryam turned to Hannah, her face a mask of defiance.
"You can doubt my words and dismiss them as lies.
You can even killnow, if you want.
" As Hannah holstered her gun, she shot Maryam a cold look, then turned on her heel and left the room.
"Lock her up," she ordered, her voice ice-cold.
As she stepped out of the villa, Winston hurried to catch up to her.
"Miss Moore! Do you really think she was telling the truth?" "There may be struth to what she said.
I think we should hear her out, but with caution," Dotson said.
"No way! The big boss is certainly not like that!" Winston said at once.
Bryson emerged from the villa and looked at Hannah.
With a wave of his hand, he sent Caleb away.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe approached the car and rested his hand on the door.
He stopped Hannah as she reached for the handle, his gaze fixed on her core, face. "What do you make of her story?" he asked.
Hannah shot Bryson a quick Look before turning away and sighing.
"Her story's full of holes.
Believing her would makean idiot.
I'm just too pissed off.
I'm not dumb enough to fall for her crap.
" Winston breathed a sigh of relief at her words.
Looking their way, he asked, "What's the plan now? Do we finish off her?" ΝΟ Hannah shook her head.
"Obviously, Amelie's behind this.
Killing her now would only make things too easy for Amelie.
"
Hannah added, "Killing her off won't stop Amelie; she'll i way to cshelljuskthdanether me. Let's hold off.
I'm intrigued to see what other tricks she's got up her sleeve.
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