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Chapter 366

Andrey’s POV

| looked up at Henry Hartford, really studying him for the first time.

The man screamed power. Not just money, but the kind of authority that comes from building something

yourself. His eyes held that calculating coldness the look of someone who takes what he wants without asking.

So this was Astrid’s mystery crush.

| shot her a teasing look. “Not bad taste.”

“Please,” she muttered, elbowing me. “Like I'd crush on just anybody.”

As we approached, | noticed Hartford's eyes flick to Astrid before settling onwith an intensity that was

almost uncomfortable.

Beside me, Astrid’s usual swagger vanished. The woman who'd fearlessly confronted Thalia Parker was suddenly

shrinking like a schoolgirl.

“Mr. Hartford,” she said, her voice weirdly high.

Henry barely nodded at her before turning to me. “Evelyn, it’s been a while.”

| froze. The casual way he said my sister's ncaughtcompletely off guard.

“Do we know each other?”

His mouth curved slightly. “You don’t remember? The yacht in New York harbor five years ago? The explosion? I'd

be dead if you hadn't jumped in after me.”

A chill ran through me.

Five years ago. New York. Yacht explosion.

There was only one major incident that year the sone where Blake's father died and Blake ended up blind

on the shore where | found him. The event that started everything.

Was Henry saying Evelyn was there? That my sister saved him?

“But | thought...” | turned to Adrian, confused. “Wasn't | in Sydney all my life until recently?”

This contradicted everything I'd been told. The Parkers and Adrian had always said Evelyn never visited New

York, let alone saved anyone from drowning.

Adrian’s face darkened instantly.

“Hartford,” he said coldly, “I told you Evelyn lost memories from her illness and Emma’s birth. Why bring up

things she can’t remember?”

“Sorry, Henry said, though his eyes stayed fixed on me. “This memory means a lot to me. | thought a small

reminder might help.”

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“You truly dont remember any of it?” he asked more gently.

| shook my head. “No.”

Of course | couldn't remember - | wasn’t Evelyn. Everything | knew about my twin cfrom Jeffrey, Eleanor,

and Adrian. If they hadn't shared this part of her history, | had no way of knowing it.

“That's unfortunate, Henry frowned. “Memory loss can be treated. | know several neurologists who could

“Enough, Adrian cut in. “Evelyn forgot these things for a reason. Why are you so determined to make her

remember?”

| stared at Adrian, surprised by his tone. In ten months, I'd never heard him speak to anyone like that. Whatever

happened to my sister five years ago must have been significant.

Adrian caught my look and visibly composed himself. With Emma still in one arm, he took my hand with his free

one.

“We're leaving,” he told Henry, forcing a smile. “Goodnight.”

Astrid’s POV

| watched Adrian lead Audrey away, Emma chattering happily in his arms. My chest tightened as | noticed how

Henry stared after them, his eyes never leaving Audrey until they disappeared from sight.

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I'd always known there was someone in Henry's past. Someone who'd rescued him and left such a mark that

years later he still couldn't forget her. It was why I'd kept my feelings secret - how could | compete with that?

But | never imagined it could be Evelyn Knox - Audrey's twin.

“Why are you asking this?” Henry asked.

It was the tone that warned of his rare but intense anger. I'd seen it directed at employees who messed up, but

never at me.

He’s angry because I'm right, | thought, my chest aching.

“Never mind,” | said. “I should go. They're waiting for me.”

| walked away.

Blake's POV

| glanced at my phone, raised an eyebrow at the name, and picked up.

“Henry. What's going on?”

“Blake,” Henry sounded urgent. “Remember that woman | told you about the one who savedduring the

yacht explosion five years ago?”

| paused. “Yeah. You found her?”

“Just saw her at JFK with her husband. She’s in New York.”

My voice hardened. “How much does she remember about that night?”

“Claims she doesn’t remember anything,” Henry replied. “Her husband says she lost memories from illness.”

“What about what happened?” | pressed. “Neither of us saw exactly how my father went overboard.”

That night had hauntedfor years. My father and | boarded that yacht for a business meeting. | met Henry

there, hit it off with him. Then chaos we were ambushed, my father was killed, and someone blew the boat up as

we neared shore.

My father drowned. | was blinded in the explosion and washed ashore. Henry almost drowned but was saved by

a woman who jumped in after him.

For months | thought my father’s death was just revenge against Parker Group. But when they found his body,

the medical examiner discovered something shocking - my father had been poisoned.

Someone had drugged his drink that night. Even without the kidnappers, he would've died. Whoever planned the

attack covered all bases poison, kidnappers, and explosives as backup.

For five years, I've spent every waking moment investigating what really happened on that yacht.

But the trail’s gone cold. Most witnesses died in the explosion, and someone deliberately destroyed the

passenger list.

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Finding survivors was like hunting ghosts.

Henry mentioned his rescuer before. He'd tried reaching her for years, but she and her husband had completely

disappeared.

I'd written her off as another dead end. Now out of nowhere, Henry runs into her at the airport.

“Blake.” Henry's voice cut through my thoughts. “Don’t get your hopes up. My rescuer lost her memory.”

His words doused whatever excitement I'd felt. ‘Lost her memory? How convenient.”

“Yeah.

Henry sighed into the phone. “I brought up those specialists | know, but her husband shut it down fast.”

“He’s blocking her from remembering. Maybe the explosion fucked her up, but...”

He paused. “We found her, that’s what matters. She doesn’t strikeas someone who'd hide from her past.

“After your wedding, I'll set up a meeting. Once she understands what's at stake, | bet she’ll want to help.”

| stared at the ceiling for a moment. “Better than nothing, | guess.”

After a beat, | asked, “About the wedding... you coming?”

“Pass,” Henry said. “If you were marrying for love, different story. But this business arrangement? Totally another

one like three years ago. I'll skip it.”

#I'll send Astrid though,” he added. “Her being there is likebeing there.”

| couldn’t help smiling. “You two sound cozy. When are you finally making a move?”

“When the time’s right,” Henry said, a smile in his voice. “When she remembers our past, about how she saved

me.”

He turned to me. “I knew her before Knox.”

| took a breath. “That night when you were drunk and | took care of you... you mentioned someone you cared

about. You said she saved your life...”

Henry's head snapped toward me, his eyes suddenly razor-sharp. The intensity madedrop my gaze.

I'd spent months working up courage to even hint at my feelings. Now | forced myself to look up again.

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