“When my mother died, I wasn’t some clueless baby who didn’t know a thing.” Sebastian said calmly.
Though he bore the surname Robinson, he had always seen himself as belonging to the Cor family.
Dorian let out a sigh but said nothing more.
“I’ll stay with you for another three days. After that, Thave to head luck to Cobridge. The Prescott family’s shaking tactics in Abby’s case.
“They’re doing everything they can to block an acquittal, Ineed to be there,” Sebastian said, capturing Dorian’s final knight and leaning back in his chuir
“You’re losing,” he added, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Dorian picked up a piece, studied it for a long moment, then said, “I’m getting old. Can’t keep up with your mind. Playing with Wyatt used to be more fun anyway. Shame how that ended.”
Sebastian began gathering the chess pieces, and asked casual “Still no trace of Daniella overseas?”
“She’s not just overseas. She’s hidden her identity. You think it’s that easy to track someone like that down?” Dorian replied. “You’d better brace yourself. Chances are, she’s already had plastic surgery, changed her name, and wiped every trace clean. You won’t find a thing”
Back when she was eighteen, Daniella had killed someone in a hit–and–run, then later set fire to Wyatt, burning him alive. Of course she wouldn’t dare live under her real identity anymore.
“Besides,” Dorian continued, “she never even liked the name Daniella and never felt like she belonged to the Gibson family. There was no real
connection, no sense of identity.
“So if she’s tossed the name aside, it wouldn’t mean anything to her. He helped Sebastian gather the places into the box as he spoke.
Sebastian frowned. “Do you think is there a chance she’ll come back with a new identity!”
*It’s possible,” Dorian said evenly. “If she planned it from the start, then she’s already built a new life somewhere else.”
In other words, she’d been hiding in the shadows all along.
Even if she did reappear someday, with a new face and a different name, they might not even recognize her
After all, people get cosmetic surgery all the time. It’s not like they could question every single altered face they came across
“Keep an eye out for me, would you? She’s my girlfriend. You really expect me to just watch her get dragged through hell?” Sebastian stood up, a teasing grin tugging at his lips.
Dorian gave him a sharp look, “I’m only helping because of Wyatt. Don’t go flattering yourself”
“Well, we all need support from the older generation, don’t we? My mother died young, and my father couldn’t care less. I’ve only got you to count on.” Sebastian grinned shamelessly, showing no intention of being polite with his own grandfather
Dorian drew a long breath. “I’ve been retired for ages. You really don’t feel bad roping an old man into your mess?”
“Well, you’ve got the best overseas network. Who else am I supposed to go to?” Sebastian said, already making for the door
Abigail had just stepped out of the company building when a car pulled up in front of her. James was behind the wheel “Seb’s back. I’m here to pick you up. He’s home cooking dinner.”
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