NovelEnglishMarried At First Sight Chapter 3934 Chapter 3934
Fox turned and headed for the door, her pace steady and composed. "Bianca," Evan suddenly called out, his
voice firm.
Fox paused, glancing back at him with an arched brow. "Who's Bianca?" she quipped, her tone laced with
sarcasm.
Evan smiled faintly, taking a few steps closer to her. "Bianca is a young, fierce woman, just like you. She's skilled
in boxing, sharp in her movements remarkably good at what she does. Fox, are you Bianca? One of Grandpa
Silver Fox's apprentices?" He studied her closely as he continued, "Grandpa Silver Fox's nicknincludes 'Fox,"
and so does yours. You two must be master and apprentice, right?"
Evan's suspicions ran deep. He wasn't sure if Fox was Abby, but Bianca? That was a nhe couldn't shake from
his mind. Bianca shared uncanny similarities with Fox-small, almost imperceptible habits and mannerisms.
He had tried testing Bianca before, but she saw right through him and shut him down, making it impossible to
confirm his hunch. Still, the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became: Fox and Bianca were the
sperson.
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Fox crossed her arms, her expression unreadable. "So, anyone with 'Fox' in their nicknmust be connected to
Grandpa Silver Fox? That's quite the leap. How many people in this world have 'Fox' in their names or titles?" Her
tone was casual, almost dismissive, but Evan wasn't deterred.
"My nisn't Bianca," she said firmly. "You can stop guessing. But | am impressed-your York family's reach is
something else. Even a reclusive master like Grandpa Silver Fox hasn't escaped your network. And the fact that
you call him 'Grandpa'-well, that speaks volumes about how familiar your family must be with him."
Evan's gaze never wavered. Fox's calm demeanor was impressive too impressive. She didn't falter, didn't blink,
and certainly didn't seem guilty. And that only made him more suspicious.
"It's fine if you won't admit it," he said, his voice low but determined. "One day, I'll find the evidence | need to
prove that you are Bianca."
Fox smirked, her lips curving into a playful smile. "Oh, you're that confident, huh? Alright, Evan. Go ahead and
prove it. I'll be waiting. Don't disappoint me."
With that, she opened the door and slipped out, her exit as smooth and calculated as everything else about her.
Evan didn't follow. He knew there was no point he wouldn't be able to catch her even if he tried.
Outside the hotel, Fox glanced back briefly, making sure Evan hadn't cafter her. Once she was certain, she
walked away, her mind already spinning.
The night was cold, the kind that seeped into your bones, but Fox was used to braving storms-literal and
figurative.
Evan was relentless, and he wasn't giving up on her. Fortunately, she had layers of identities to shield her-Fox,
Bianca, Abby. Each one was a different version of herself, crafted to perfection.
Grandma York had known her secret and had chosen to protect it, even helping her keep it from Evan. Zachary
and Serenity likely knew, too. And yet, no one had told Evan the truth. They let him wander in circles, chasing
shadows, pouring time, money, and effort into unraveling a mystery they already understood.
Brother Nolan once joked that Evan was getting closer, piecing things together bit by bit-from Bianca to Abby.
He wasn't wrong.
Evan wasn't stupid. He trusted his grandmother's judgment deeply. If Grandma York believed Abby was the right
woman for him, then he would accept that, no matter what it took.
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But even if Evan managed to figure everything out, Fox wasn't planning to make things easy for him.
She hadn't forgotten the sting of his rejection when they first met. He'd told her plainly that he could never fall
for her. Those words had cut deep, wounding both her pride and her heart. Months had passed since then, but
her scars hadn't fully healed.
Besides, what Evan seemed to love now was Fox-not Abby.
But what he didn't realize was that Fox, Abby, and Bianca were all the sperson.
Abby was her original identity, the one tied to her family and their business. She had returned to that life,
shouldering responsibilities and leaving behind the freedom to roam as she pleased.
Fox was her alter ego, the version of herself she allowed to emerge when she wanted to be someone else. But
with her obligations growing, she rarely had the chance to step into that role anymore. And so, the question
lingered: if she stopped appearing as Fox, would Evan still love Abby?
It was a maddening contradiction.
Evan loved her, yet at the stime, he didn't. He loved Fox, but not Abby-never realizing they were one and
the same.
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