CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: Job

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THIRD PERSON'S POV



A HAND GUN pointed by mary to julian with a dark smirk creeping unto her lips. Julian's heart was blagging and his genius brain looked like it finally ran out of ideas. He don't know what to do. The young woman that she replaced to aria turned out to be a traitor who's wearing a glass mask.

His mistress turned out to be his greatest enemy.

'A TRAITOR.'

'A SLUT.'

Mary just betrayed him.

Mary robbed his ideas and imbentions.

Mary laughed like a maniac.

"I'll give you a good offer. Give me shaira and i'll give your imbentions back to you." she blackmailed.

HE COULDN'T MAKE A DECISION, HIS CHOICES WILL ALL DESTROY HIM.

But then...

The Radio suddenly spoke.

[ The two ships that sank near the parisian coast has finally gotten out of the water. The luggages and things of the passengers who died were given to their family.

One of the passengers who died is the Fashion Queen Of All Introverts or Amelia Mignonette Thermapolis Grimaldi-Reyes.

Yes, her last name was replaced by 'Reyes' and we still don't know why and how.

While the survivors were still at the hospital. Still, three of the passengers of the first ship is not found yet and still missing. They are Sheila, Solene, and Shane Reyes. ]

HIS THROAT DRIED OUT BY THE NEWS.

He knows that shaira's family were missing but...he didn't know that amelia died. Suddenly, he remembers the date today. It's Amelia's Dying Day.

All of the fear escaped him. He fixed his posture and faced mary. Made an eye contact then smirked.

"Sure, take her. Do whatever you want to her." He said mercilessly. he don't need shaira so.

Mary smirked.

"Thanks Doc, it's a prank" mary then shot julian using the hand gun. Julian landed on the floor, bleeding.

Julian got betrayed again. Mary still took his imbentions and ran away with shaira who's lying down in a capsule with lots of machines attached to her.

Mary smirked as they sailed and said to her mind: "Finally."

A M E L I A

I AM FURIOUSLY RIDING my stolen bike. My eyes pinned to a black car. Lots of black motorcycles are behind me. Some of them are obliged to kill me but most of them are obliged to protect me.

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