Emanuel’s P.O.V. (Continued)
“Who else other than you know about her identity?” I asked Mona through my teeth. I was still processing the information.
“No one,” she whispered, and I looked at her coldly.
“I swear, I am telling the truth. In fact, none of them know a thing about me either. We….. we never showed our faces there or to anyone, and th… the phone that I use to contact them is also connected to the web. They can’t get a whiff on us.” She replied in panic, a bit aloud, but her tone was controlled.
I sighed, closed my eyes and rubbed the space between my brows.
I was interested in knowing Cute Fox’s identity before and even imagined Charlette as Cute Fox after she fought with me at that day.
But reality hit in a very different way. I was now worried.
Because I knew they were
