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Chapter 134
~Zara’s POV~
I stared at the name in the email, the lines of text blurring as my mind raced.
Marcus Deveareux.
The name hit me like a slap, bringing with it a flood of memories I’d worked hard to suppress. The past traumatic experience still stung as I recalled his cruel smile when he fought Snow and the light leaving his eyes as Snow killed him.
But why would he target Snow’s company? Or rather, how? Given that he was already dead. Orw as it that had planted this seed before meeting his demise?
Just how far did he go to ruin Snow rather than work with him and choose Ivan?
My hands tightened around the edge of the desk as a flurry of emotions swept over me—anger, disbelief, and an unsettling sense of dread.
Was a dead man walking?
A notification popped up in the corner of the screen. Taylor had sent me a follow-up: We need to meet immediately. Evidence is mounting against the suspect.
I exhaled sharply, closing the email. Taylor and I would have to handle this delicately. Snow needed to know, but first, I had to be sure.
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~Snow’s POV~
Sliding my phone into my pocket, I stepped back into the living room. The atmosphere inside was warm, yet the tension from my call lingered in the back of my mind.
"Apologies," I said, addressing the couple seated across from my parents. "I’m back, Mr. and Mrs. Stark."
Rob Stark chuckled, waving a dismissive hand. "Snow, come on. Our families are close. There’s no need for such formalities. Call us Uncle Rob and Aunt Jenny."
I inclined my head. "As you wish, Uncle Rob."
"There, that’s better!" Rob said with a smile, patting his knee.
Just as the conversation resumed, the shrill tone of Aunt Jenny’s phone broke the moment. She glanced at the caller ID and her face lit up with a bashful smile.
"It’s her," she said, holding up the phone like a prize. "Jenna is calling."
My expression remained stoic, though I noted my mother’s immediate enthusiasm.
"Answer it," Mum chimed in. "I’m sure Snow can’t wait to hear from her either."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as Aunt Jenny answered. Can’t resist, they wished. "Hello, dearest—"
Her warm greeting was cut off by the panicked, high-pitched voice that rang through the speaker.
"Mum! Oh my God, Mum!" Jenna’s frantic tone sent a ripple of tension through the room.
Rob leaned forward, alarmed. "Jenna, what’s wrong?"
"I was driving Betty—she broke down! I have a flat tire, and I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere. I haven’t seen a single car in over forty minutes!"
Jenny gasped, clutching her chest. "Where are you, my love?"
I kept my response curt and neutral. "I’ll find her."
Jenny stood, worry written all over her face. "Thank you, Snow. Let me send you her number in case you need to call—"
"There’s no need," I interrupted. "I’ll track her down."
With that, I turned and exited the house, shifting my focus entirely to the task at hand.
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~Jenna’s POV~
The empty stretch of road seemed to mock me as I leaned against my car. The trees lining the area swayed ominously, and the occasional hoot of an owl sent shivers down my spine.
I kicked the tire in frustration, muttering under my breath. "Why, Betty? Why now?"
The evening air grew cooler, and the sense of isolation pressed down on me. My heart leapt when I heard the faint hum of an engine approaching.
The sleek black vehicle halted a few feet away. Relief flooded me as the driver’s side door opened, revealing a tall, broad figure stepping out.
I knew that figure anywhere. I had spent the biggest twenty-six years of my life fangirling and crushing on that figure, that person, that man.
"Snow?" I called hesitantly, shielding my eyes from the light.
He strode toward me, his presence commanding as always. His dark coat fluttered slightly in the breeze, and his piercing eyes fixed on me with a mixture of irritation and resolve.
"Jenna," he said simply in his usual clipped tone.
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