“Emmalyn’s POV”
“What’s wrong?” He asked curiously.
Observing closely what was written on the board, I alarmed Colsen about what was up, “look at this.”
“According to the work Micheal had done, she works in this club,” I revealed while kneading my face.
“All this time I was suspecting Micheal had something to do with the actual criminal. But in actuality, he was in the mission long ago. And looking at all these, it reveals he was so close to getting a lot of information,” lost in my thoughts, I kept murmuring.
“He would have survived if I didn’t leave that night. I was angered even though I knew he was trying to help me. He found the whereabouts of my twin,” I kept repeating each of the sentences while blaming myself for the loss.
“Emmalyn, are you alright? What are you saying?”
