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“On the way, we passed an arcade. Rain suddenly said he wanted to play, so Dane and Liam went in with them.
“I saw you were on the phone. I was worried you wouldn’t find us, so I come to get you. Let’s head over together.”
“Okay.”
When Tilda and the others arrived, Rain was playing a shooting game with Liam, while Dane stood behind watching.
Tilda and Myst walked up to Dane, patting him on the shoulder.
Dane glanced at them and greeted them with his eyes.
Watching Rain and Liam having such a great time, Tilda rubbed her forehead helplessly. “Seriously. Even with disguises, it’s crowded here. You guys should be more careful. If you like this stuff, just tell me. I’ll set up a room for you to play as much as you want.”
Dane sighed. “As long as they’re happy.”
Most of the time, it was just a spur–of–the–moment thing.
If you missed the moment, the mood was gone.
Happiness like this was priceless.
Tilda gave a helpless yet doting smile.
Finally, Rain and Liam worked so well together that they cleared the game with just one coin.
The two high–fived. “See? My combo with Liam is still the best!”
“Alright, we still have to check the supermarket. Let’s see what else we need to buy.”
“Playtime’s over, now it’s chore time.”
“Got it!”
As they stepped out of the arcade, Rain’s phone buzzed.
He glanced at the message, and a cold smile touched his lips.
He quickly walked over to Tilda, lowering his voice.
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“News just came in. Daphne left the Bell Residence with her daughter, Rebecca, who had just woken from her coma. Looks like they’re meeting up with Blair and Kyla.”
“You know what to do. I only want Daphne dead.”
Tilda’s tone was calm, like she was talking about the weather–not about taking someone’s life.
She always lived by her rule, fight fire with fire.
Since Daphne had tried to kill her, she could not complain if she ended
up
dead.
The truth was simple–Daphne was weak, yet picked a fight with someone she couldn’t afford to offend.
If Tilda had not seen her as nothing more than a minor nuisance, she would not have lasted this long.
If she ever forced Tilda’s hand, death would not be merciful.
“I get it. I even sent my most trusted guy this time. No one’s ever going to find a trace.”
Rain pulled the orange lollipop out of his mouth, grinning, clearly waiting for praise.
“Someone told me photos of the Jenson brothers kneeling leaked online. Do you care?”
The ones spreading the news were naturally Alfie and Maurice, those two gossip–hungry guys who were always on the front line.
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