Chapter 125 Call Me Sara
Amanda’s POV:
Let’s just say this is my way of thanking Derrick for what he did in the elevator that day.
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After leaving the Glacier Pack’s forest zone, I found a quiet corner and changed my disguise. I wiped off the dull, waxy makeup I’d used to look unattractive and switched into a sleek black trench coat. A touch of light makeup reshaped my features, making me look like a normal corporate traveler, just another face in the crowd.
From my bag, I pulled out an ID card. The name printed across it read “Sara Cobbett.” It was a backup identity I’d prepared for special missions like this. No one knew “Sara” was me-except Grandpa and Theo.
Samson’s POV:
The airport announcement echoed over the speakers, calling passengers to board. I took the passport and boarding pass from my assistant. I checked the time. Only twenty minutes left before takeoff.
“Have you contacted the interpreter? When will she arrive?” I asked.
“I called several times, but no one answered.” My assistant’s tone was uneasy as he handed me his phone. “This is the number she left.”
I frowned slightly and dialed the number myself. After two rings, a low, husky voice answered. “Hello.” “Hi, is this Sara?” I asked, lowering my tone. “Where are you right now? Have you reached the airport?”
“Yes, this is Sara. Mr. Ortega, I’m already at the airport,” she replied, her voice steady and professional, without any hint of emotion.
“Good,” I said firmly. “Come to Gate 153. My assistant will upgrade your seat. We can go over the brief during the flight to make sure everything goes smoothly when we land.”
This deal involved the advanced energy field; one wrong word could cost us millions. And for some reason, I wanted to meet this mysterious interpreter who supposedly spoke the Isnesh dialect fluently.
“Understood. See you soon.” The call ended.
I stood by Gate 153, scanning the crowd.
In less than three minutes, a tall, slender figure appeared. Her chestnut hair was loosely tied back, a pair of dark sunglasses hiding most of her face. She wore a fitted gray outfit, simple, but the elegance in her posture gave her away.
Every move she made was calm, confident, and quietly powerful.
“Hello, Mr. Ortega,” she greeted, her smoky voice carrying a hint of a smile.
I looked up at her. I couldn’t see her eyes behind the glasses, only the smooth curve of her jaw and the faint lift of her lips.
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Chapter 125 Call Me Sara
Rising to my feet, I offered my hand politely. “Hello, Ms. Cobbett.”
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Her skin was cool to the touch and strangely familiar. The sensation pulled at something in the back of my mind.
That touch. It felt almost the same as when I’d held Amanda’s wrist in the elevator.
My fingers tightened instinctively before I quickly let go. I studied her for another moment. The sunglasses covered her eyes, but her features-her straight nose, calm expression, and composed air- were entirely different from Amanda’s youthful innocence.
I must be imagining things.
Amanda should be back at the Glacier Pack by now, visiting her grandparents. There was no way show up here, disguised as an interpreter.
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