34: Cold night

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The night the bombshell was explode on my head, I called my best men who did the dirty work for me and gave him clear instructions.

While I had two days time, I gave him one night to gather everything he could find on her.

It was the second day daytime as I sit in my home office chair and look at the paper Infront me.

Her whole life is poured into this file, from her favourite colour, the kindergarten she went to and how she ended up in south Korea.

I'd a sinking feeling I'll not like whatever I'll find here.

My only motive is to find who's her backpack and send them both to the prison for lifetime.

Arresting Maria is actually piece of cake, that she knows. And upon what she said to me, if I corner her, god knows what she'll do.

There was a lot of at risk, my family company, my marriage life.

I'd not let her crumble it under her heel.

So I flipped the pages, I flipped and flipped but it didn't give me anything that I want—need.

Name, Emma desouza. Religion, Christian. At the age of 16 she was kicked out of her school for lighting her classroom in fire. None died, but serious actions were taken against here.

Ofcourse, she flew from her house and her parents never bothered to worry about her.

Emma showed immense pleasure in bullying and inflicting pain to others, her classmates feared her. She was known as the devil in her previous school.

From there she jumped from one house to another, doing multiple jobs such as serving, maid, bartender etc.

Eventually she had enough money to change her passport and buy another dead person identity.

Her name changed to Maria, hair turned from black to blonde, as well become shorter.

There was photos of her, before and after.

There wasn't major physical changes but enough that no one from her past will be able to recognise her from one glance.

But that's it.

Swiping a hand over my mouth, I pick my phone.

"Mr jeon, What I can do for you?"

"I want to know where she lives, who's in her life. dig everything" a pause. "And send me her call log"

"Of course. I'll get you back tomo-"

"Tonight" another pause. "Sir—what? That's not possible"

"Then make it possible. I want it tonight no matter what"

"Alright"

I sent him her photos, her details to get him to work.

My eyes freezes over her file on a detail.

Except her DNA she had changed everything about her.

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