My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232: 232/Flashback (10)

Chapter 232: Flashback – The Hunter’s Revelation

Author’s POV (23 Years Ago)

The following day, Meredith woke up with a mind boiling with questions. She decided to put an end to her doubt and find out if Morgan truly knew she hadn’t been the one there two nights ago. With a slightly trembling hand, she typed a short message: "Hi Morgan, can we meet today?"

She watched the screen breathlessly, her heart hammering with every passing second until the phone vibrated: "Come to the house."

Meredith surged out of bed as if struck by an electric current. She showered quickly and chose her outfit with surgical precision to captivate him.

She wore a short black skirt that accentuated her slender frame, paired with a bold red top and heavy makeup that defined her features.

She pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, exposing her neck. She left the house feeling lighter than air, fluttering like a butterfly in her excitement to see him.

The taxi pulled up in front of Morgan’s luxury building. she stepped out and climbed the stairs with hurried strides. Standing before his door, she took a deep breath and knocked. Morgan opened it; he was handsome as ever, but his features carried a mysterious coldness.

"Good morning," he said flatly.

"Good morning," she replied with a broad smile, then added with a forced shyness, "May I come in?"

In that instant, a spark flashed in Morgan’s eyes. He noticed immediately that the "Violet" who had stormed his house last night and stripped him of his mobility had never asked for permission; she had acted as if she owned the place. He nodded slowly. "Yes, come in."

Meredith walked in and headed to the lounge, seating herself coquettishly on the sofa. Morgan sat beside her, but kept enough distance to observe every reaction. Meredith wanted to win the game, using the information Violet had slipped her the night before to prove she was the same girl.

"Last night was unforgettable," she said, fluttering her lashes softly. "I loved your surprise."

Morgan was caught off guard. What surprise? He felt a chill sweep over his chest where the wound carved by the real Violet resided. Yet, he maintained his mask of absolute calm. He leaned in slightly. "Tell me... what exactly did you like?"

"I loved the roses and the candles," Meredith replied confidently, thinking she held the winning cards. "Everything was magical."

At that moment, Morgan knew with absolute certainty: this girl was not Violet. The Violet who was here last night was a fierce tigress with a scalpel, not a girl swooning over candles. But he needed physical, undeniable proof. Suddenly, he feigned alarm, staring at her shoulder.

"Violet! There’s a bug on your shirt!"

Meredith shrieked, her body jerking in panic. Morgan clamped his hand firmly onto her wrist. "Stay still... don’t move," he commanded in a low, authoritative voice. "Turn around so I can see... it’s on the back of your neck."

Meredith turned on the sofa in fear, giving him her back entirely. Morgan reached out slowly, his heart thumping with anticipation. He brushed aside her ponytail with his other hand, exposing her clear, white neck. He found nothing. No small mole. None of the tiny details that had burned into his memory from the night before.

His features hardened. The staggering truth was now bare: Violet had a twin, and the one sitting before him was the fake. He gave her shirt a mock flick and stepped back, exhaling coldly. "It wasn’t a bug. Just my imagination."

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