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The previously hopeful team now felt deflated.
"Don't lose heart," Melvin told them. "He's just one designer."
There were plenty of renowned international designers - surely the Wilsons couldn't have them all in their pocket.
At the prison, Michael was escorted out. "Michael Luther, you have a visitor."
He'd been here a long time; even his father hadn't visited lately.
There was only one person he kept thinking about - but could it be her?
He stared at his blurry reflection in the glass. His unshaven face looked haggard.
Prison life meant early nights and morning exercises - he stayed relatively healthy, especially with all the
"arrangements" his family had made with the warden for special treatment.
He walked nervously to the visiting room, took a deep breath. The guard opened the door, and his eyes turned
cold when he saw who it was.
Not her.
"Mr. Luther, you look disappointed. Who were you expecting?" Sarah smiled, perching on the visiting room table.
Michael shook his head, his eyes growing suspicious and cold. "You? Why would you visit me? Forgotten what
happened at the villa? Sarah, whatever you're here for what could | possibly offer you now?"
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Sarah said nothing at first, just studied him until he grew uncomfortable.
"Something wrong, Miss Sanders?"
Sarah shook her head. "Mr. Luther, it's amazing how tchanges people. In high school, you were that chubby
kid. Look at you now - completely different."
Michael's eyes narrowed. "You've been investigating me?"
"Hardly investigating, Mr. Luther. This stuff's easy to find - your class photo is still on the school website."
She smiled faintly. "Though | am curious - did you like Vivian back in high school?"
Michael's eyes lit up briefly before darkening again. "None of your business. What are you getting at?"
Sarah placed a photo on the table,
her voice turning cold. "Mr. Luther,
you claimed you loved Onadste, hat
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barely knew her. How could you love
her that deeply? Your looks at Vivian,
though - those tell a different story."
A cold glint passed through Michael's eyes. "What are you suggesting?"
"You loved Vivian, didn't you? You
followed her abroad in her second
year. So tell me, why did you
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face went pale. His voice turned cold.
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His tone on that last sentence was oddly specific.
Sarah watched him carefully. His hand tapped impatiently on the table - he was agitated, nervous.
This restlessness at the mention of Vivian - it could only mean he had special feelings for her.
"What's your relationship?" She rose
slowly, moving clqsgr ©McHadl"
"Glagsrates? She paused. "Friends?"
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