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AGATHA was stunned while holding the photo given by Dylan. She thought deeply as she wondered if she had seen the man in the picture.

She knew that something strange was happening to her friend but no matter how hard she tried to ask, Dy did not answer any of her questions. But she is sure that it is between the Tyrant and her friend, so Dy is unable to talk about it.

Agatha was wearing a black jacket and pants and put on a face mask and glasses. She wore a disguise because she planned to go out to look for the man in the photo. She was about to leave the room when she heard footsteps, so she quickly lay down on the bed and put on a blanket.

Suddenly, the door opened and the Tyrant entered. "You've been locked up in your room for several days, don't you have any plans to go out?"

Agatha sighed, then slowly removed the blanket. "I have a plan to go out, Papa Regan, I hope you will allow me?."

Her Papa Regan sat on the edge of the bed and combed her hair gently. "I will support you in whatever you want, as long as you come home to me safe and sound." said the Tyrant, once smiling at her.

"How can I live without you, Papa," she said honestly and smiled softly. Without her Papa Regan, she might have gone mad and tried to commit suicide because of the turmoil of her life and the suffering of her heart and mind. Even though her Papa Regan was often rude and violent because of his chaotic and dangerous surroundings, Agatha still felt his concern and love for her.

"You can live without me, darling, because you are a strong and independent woman. We both know that the time will come when we will separate, so you must have learned to live without me by your side" The Tyrant said, so Agatha hugged him and leaned her head on his shoulder.

Suddenly Agatha smelled the pungent odor so she immediately broke away from the hug and ran to the bathroom to vomit. "What kind of smell is that ?! So gross!" She complained and continued to vomit.

Papa Regan slowly removed his coat and sniffed. "Does it stink? I just bought this perfume for myself, it doesn't smell bad?!- Or maybe I need to take a shower?"

When Agatha came out of the bathroom, she shook her head. "Nah, that perfume doesn't suit my sense of smell, Papa."

"O-ow" Papa Regan's face turned °o° "If so, I'll just go back to the perfume I used to use."

"That would be better, sorry Papa Regan, but I'm sick of the smell of your perfume," she said while grinning.

"Alright, I'll just take a shower first, come back right away, and don't spend the night outside!. Wear a mask and hat so no one can recognize you", the Tyrant reminded her, then left her room.

Agatha gasped for breath and immediately put on a mask and hat. "Why do I suddenly feel worse ?. That scent! Darn it!" She exclaimed, she didn't care how bad she felt, so she still went out of the mansion and took a car to her Papa Regan's garage.

She called her friend Dylan and he immediately answered "I want to talk to him, help me find him."

"Go to my place, I'll give you the information I have" Dylan replied flatly.

"Okay, I'll be there."

"Come to me with nothing from the Tyrant, leave the car and your phone at the place where you are right now," Dylan said coldly and immediately turned off the call.

Agatha frowned because she was confused as to why she had to do that. "What is going on with him?" she gasped and stopped the car, then left her belongings. She got out of the car and immediately took a taxi. When she arrived at Dylan's secret office, she immediately entered and found him anxious and dumbfounded while holding the glass of wine.

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