Chapter 4
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To get the exclusive scoop I wanted, I followed Luke to his villa.
An assistant handed me a cup of coffee before leaving.
In the quiet study, it was just the two of us.
"Ms...."
"My name is Rachel Alison," I quickly interjected.
He paused briefly, nodding, then shifted how he addressed me.
"Ms. Alison, what would you like to ask?"
I fiddled with my dress nervously.
"Mr. Norman, Frank said he was ready to kill you three years ago. Why did he want to kill you, and why didn't he go through with it back then? Why wait until now to strike again?"
I searched for clues in Luke's expression, trying to piece together the answers.
"I read your Crimson Moonlight from three years ago. The way you described the murder scene was so vivid. Did you witness Frank's murder scene back then?"
Luke raised his gaze and studied my face intently, making me feel uncomfortable.
I eventually broke the silence.
"Mr. Norman..."
"Ms. Alison, could you tell me about your family? Who's in your family?"
Taken aback, I instinctively asked, "What?"
"Ms. Alison, I'd like to know about your family members."
He repeated his question, which felt intrusive.
Anger bubbled inside me, and I stood up, prepared to scold him.
"Ms. Alison, once you finish telling me about your family, I will share what happened between Frank and me three years ago."
My words caught in my throat.
I didn't want to share painful details about my family with a stranger, yet I desperately wanted that exclusive story.
It could elevate my status in the news industry and help me escape being the little reporter everyone overlooked.
So, I sat back down reluctantly.
"My family isn't anything special. My father is a terrible gambler who likes to be abusive, my mother is weak and doesn't know how to stand up for herself, and I have an older sister who has always protected me."
I answered his question with little enthusiasm.
"Where is your sister?"
The moment Luke heard me mention her, he pressed for more details.
I hesitated, surprised by his curiosity.
Confusion washed over me as my thoughts drifted back to the past.
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