Chapter 8

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Victoria's Pov

I run to the main door and open the door surprised to see Cynthia.

" It's been so long. Why are you here, Cynthia ? "

" Can't a friend visit her friend ? I also noticed two magical presence "

" I can't just let you in "

" Why ? Are you perhaps hiding something from me ? "

" I am having guests other than you inside "

" I am not gonna let out your secret whatever that is "

I huffed out a breath. " Are you okay with wizards ? "

" That explained the magical presence I felt . I won't tell about them. Are you gonna let me in ? "

" Oh yeah, you may come in "

" Who's this ? " Asher asked while drinking his glass of wine.

" This is Cynthia Wildrose. Cynthia, this is Asher " 

" So she's a witch ? "

" Yes, I am a witch. I was the representative before I was replaced. I prepared a proposal about the issue between witches and wizards "

" Wait so you're not against us living with you ? " Rick joined the conversation.

" No. What are you all working on ? "

" We're trying to find who reported our existence"

" Is that my golden glass you're drinking from, Asher ? " I asked Asher.

" I don't know if this is your golden glass. I just know that this is the host's glass " he said.

" There is a glass for guests . Why don't you take it ? "

" It's way too plain and simple. Besides, I was wondering what's so special about the host's glass "

" If I were you, I would start running now " Astoria warned him.

He laughed . " Why do I need to run ? "

Just like that, I start running to grab my glass. Asher immediately noticed and start to run away from me.

" Asher, you won't get away with it so easy "

" Can you at least tell me where you bought it ? "

" That's custom-made for me. If you want it, I'll give you the store's contact "

" Really ? " his eyes lit up in hope and he stops running.

I grab my glass from his grasp.

" V, who is this red haired woman with green eyes ? " A asked.

" A, this is Cynthia. Cynthia, this is Astoria "

" I've heard about you before from Victoria " Cynthia said.

" V never tell me about you. But, I'm glad to find another red haired woman like me "

" I'm just the red haired woman with green eyes and you're the red hair with blue eyes "

" Can you make a protective shield around my house so no evil may intrude us , Cynthia ? "

" Sure " Cynthia start to cast a shield around my house.

" Although your presence is unannounced, we can use your help "

" What for ? "

" Finding us the culprit who told the elders about the wizard's existence "

" Who do you want me to cast a spell on ? "

" Dalia Primrose "

" She's on her work hours. We can't just teleport her here " I complained.

" But, you can tell your driver to pick her up and bring her here "

I tell my driver to pick up Dalia Primrose. I also tell my assistant to call her boss to dismiss her.

Dalia's Pov

I am busy working until my boss called me.

" What is it, boss ? "

" The owner's driver will pick you up to her house "

" On what occasion ? "

" I don't know. But, she said it's urgent. You better behave around her"

" I will behave. When will the driver arrived ? "

" Soon "

My boss's phone pinged. She check her phone.

" The driver is already waiting for you "

" I am heading there "

I see a big black car. The car door automatically opened and I hop in.

" Ms. Valor is waiting for you " a strawberry blonde woman said.

" What did I do ? "

" It doesn't have anything to do with work "

" Is there anything else you know ? "

" That's all I can tell you "

When I arrive at her house, I look up to find a three floor house. The strawberry blonde woman takes me to Ms. Valor.

" She is here, Ms. Valor "

" What do you need me for ? "

" Your statement of truth " Asher said.

" What statement of truth ? I didn't do anything "

" Dalia, I want you to sit down on that chair " Cynthia calmly said to me.

" What do you want to do with me ? " I asked in fear.

" You'll see "

I also see a red haired woman with blue eyes holding hands with a blonde man with green eyes.The moment I sit down on the chair, Cynthia place two of her fingertips on the side of my forehead. Forgotten memories start coming to my head. Are they trying to refresh my memories so I can confess something they want to hear ? The last memory hits me like a brick.

No,no,no, this can't be happening.

" I am sorry " I muttered.













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