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"By the way, I saw the Count in front of me yesterday and even said hello to him. He really can make people's hearts flutter, but I'm not drunk on alcohol, I'm drunk on a man named Leon Winston."

Grace, who was putting paper into her typewriter, frowned. Her colleague, completely unaware that the man had suggested the name to her for some twisted purpose, began calling the registry office to change her name to Eva.

Grace took a deep breath and began typing with a light heart. The premiere was finally over. The chaotic yesterday was over and a peaceful daily life had begun again. So Grace thought, or rather, was mistaken, that she would never have to touch that man again.

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Leon looked at himself in the mirror and urged.

Don't screw up. Don't screw up this time.

He quietly looked at my face dripping with water, took a deep breath, and wiped the water off with a towel. He put more time and effort into his daily routine of applying aftershave to his chin and fixing his neatly combed hair with pomade. There was a reason why grooming felt like an important ritual.

Because Grace liked this one thing.

And I didn't want the child I was finally meeting to find out that his father was a total loser who was addicted to drugs and alcohol.

First impressions last a lifetime. The fact that he considered her an enemy but was unable to treat her like any other enemy was proof of that.

He placed a bottle of pomade on one side of the marble washbasin and stared at the bottle labeled Barbiturate. He didn't take any medicine yesterday. He didn't even think about going to sleep. He waited with his eyes wide open for the sun to rise, feeling the hot blood flowing through his body.

Thud. The bottle of medicine was thrown into the trash can. I hoped I hadn't thrown it away too early.

As he entered the living room after finishing his preparations for going out, the president of the film company and the staff who had been waiting for him on the sofa suddenly stood up as if they were his subordinates. Leon turned his gaze to Campbell first, not to them.

"I confirmed my attendance."

Leon nodded as he headed towards the sofa. She still hasn't run away. Judging from the testimony that she had been hanging around him yesterday, it seemed like she had become quite lax.

The moment he sat down on the sofa, Campbell reported one more thing.

"I have also figured out the boarding location."

"Okay. Thanks for your hard work."

It was the news he had been waiting for the most. His nerves should have relaxed, but they only grew more tense. Leon picked up the coffee cup on the table.

Only when his glass was half empty did he ask the two men still standing in front of him.

"Do you have any business?"

Grant was rambling along, bowing with his fedora in his hand.

"We have seen off your family well. We would like to say hello and say goodbye to you... I apologize if we have disturbed you."

Leon put down his coffee cup and shook his head. Leaning back against the back of the sofa, he looked up and the young man whose eyes met his turned pale. Leon raised the corners of his mouth. That woman, he still had the habit of choosing men who didn't look like him because he couldn't forget him. That was why he couldn't help but laugh when he met the guy who dared to touch his woman.

"By the way, you said Norman. Don't forget what I said yesterday."

Norman froze as the Count checked his watch and said indifferently. It was because he remembered what had happened here last night.

"What happened with that woman, the fact that I asked about her, the moment any story about her spread...."

The Count I met alone last night was not the hero I had seen in the media. I felt a fear comparable to that of being surrounded and threatened by dozens of gangsters who had their guns pointed at me when I met the Count alone.

It was at a time when I was secretly resenting the boss who had told the count about my date with that woman. The count said this.

"Aren't you curious what I did to the guy who kissed that girl?"

Norman, who had a bad feeling about this, shook his head desperately at that moment. The count laughed as he dusted off the ash from his cigar.

"Your lips are still attached thanks to your incompetent parents, so thank them."

Now that I think about it, it was the hotel that saved his life that ended in a dud. I was too scared to ask, but I knew what kind of relationship they had.

Norman felt like he was about to drown in the sea with his feet buried in a lump of cement after accidentally touching the gang leader's woman, and he waited for this torture to end. The Count, who had been leisurely enjoying his coffee, finally put down his empty cup and stood up. An attendant came with his coat and unfolded it, and as soon as the Count put it on, he turned around without saying a word and headed for the door.

It was finally over. It was the moment when the two men let out their long-held breaths and bowed.

"Oh, Mr. Grant."

The count stopped and turned around as if he had forgotten something, then smiled with the corners of his eyes wide.

"Anna, today will be your last day at work. Please skip the farewells."

"Yes, yes. I will keep that in mind."

He was clearly smiling, but it was a threat.

Leon looked up as the film studio building passed by outside the car window. After a while, a tall building came into view. It was the main building of the film studio, the building where Grace was currently located.

The car continued past her without stopping, a lesson learned from the previous incident at Newport Harbor.

Separate the child and Grace. Then secure the child. Then Grace will come to him on her own.

Now that the woman was stuck at the company, separated from her child, was the opportunity.

Last night, I searched the area around the address that I had checked in Grant Pictures' employee register, but the resident was an elderly person. And as soon as the sun rose, I checked with a nearby daycare center and there was no girl matching his daughter's description. In other words, it was a fake address.

But once Grace's route was secured, her place to live was also secured. All she had to do was ask the driver of the tram she rode to work every day where she got on.

Hazelbrook Village Hall.

The stop the driver had mentioned passed Leon's eyes. The car passed the town hall and stopped in front of the building next door. Campbell got out of the passenger seat and opened the back door, and Leon took out his dark sunglasses from his bosom and went out. There was a nameplate on the fence of the one-story building where children's voices could be faintly heard.

Hazelbrook Daycare.

"Is this it?"

"Yes, there is no other daycare center in this town."

Leon nodded and went straight through the fence into the building. The teacher he met at the entrance looked at him with a puzzled look and asked what was going on, but when he told him he was there to pick up his child, he let him in without any problems.

From children running around laughing out loud to those who stood still and looked up at the unfamiliar adults with curious eyes, he checked every child his age without exception, but his daughter was not there.

Blonde hair and turquoise eyes. It's not a feature so minor as to be missed, but how could I not recognize my own daughter?

Leon, who was looking around the room, turned his head out the window and saw his last hope. On this cold day, there were children playing in the playground in the backyard. As soon as he went out to the backyard, a boy called out to his friend.

"Princess, let's play hide and seek!"

"Wait. I'm going to eat all this and then play."

A curt reply came back, as if he were giving orders to his subordinates. At that moment, Leon, overcome by a strange intuition, took off his sunglasses that felt awkward and turned his head toward the direction where the girl's voice was coming from. At that moment, his heart reacted before his head. It was absurd to worry that he wouldn't recognize her.

A girl with bright blond hair like Leon's and wearing a toy crown sat with her back turned on a low branch of a tree, like a daisy on an orange tree.

This is my daughter.

A tingling excitement began to spread from my fingertips. That brief moment of approaching the child felt longer than the three years it had taken to get here.

My princess is just three steps ahead. Just two steps, just one step. And now she's close enough to hug.

As he stopped in front of him, the child who had been munching on the marble cookie in his hand raised his head. At that moment, Leon had a gut feeling.

There's one more woman who can kill me.

Imagination dares not keep up with reality. Leon realized with a sense of triumphant defeat that he had imagined the woman's eyes on his face, but that he had not come close to the real thing.

He wanted to find God. It seemed that if he called God now, the woman would respond. Grace Riddle, who had created such a perfect creature, was God.

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"By the way, I saw the Count in front of me yesterday and even said hello to him. He really can make people's hearts flutter, but I'm not drunk on alcohol, I'm drunk on a man named Leon Winston."

Grace, who was putting paper into her typewriter, frowned. Her colleague, completely unaware that the man had suggested the name to her for some twisted purpose, began calling the registry office to change her name to Eva.

Grace took a deep breath and began typing with a light heart. The premiere was finally over. The chaotic yesterday was over and a peaceful daily life had begun again. So Grace thought, or rather, was mistaken, that she would never have to touch that man again.

º º º

Leon looked at himself in the mirror and urged.

Don't screw up. Don't screw up this time.

He quietly looked at my face dripping with water, took a deep breath, and wiped the water off with a towel. He put more time and effort into his daily routine of applying aftershave to his chin and fixing his neatly combed hair with pomade. There was a reason why grooming felt like an important ritual.

Because Grace liked this one thing.

And I didn't want the child I was finally meeting to find out that his father was a total loser who was addicted to drugs and alcohol.

First impressions last a lifetime. The fact that he considered her an enemy but was unable to treat her like any other enemy was proof of that.

He placed a bottle of pomade on one side of the marble washbasin and stared at the bottle labeled Barbiturate. He didn't take any medicine yesterday. He didn't even think about going to sleep. He waited with his eyes wide open for the sun to rise, feeling the hot blood flowing through his body.

Thud. The bottle of medicine was thrown into the trash can. I hoped I hadn't thrown it away too early.

As he entered the living room after finishing his preparations for going out, the president of the film company and the staff who had been waiting for him on the sofa suddenly stood up as if they were his subordinates. Leon turned his gaze to Campbell first, not to them.

"I confirmed my attendance."

Leon nodded as he headed towards the sofa. She still hasn't run away. Judging from the testimony that she had been hanging around him yesterday, it seemed like she had become quite lax.

The moment he sat down on the sofa, Campbell reported one more thing.

"I have also figured out the boarding location."

"Okay. Thanks for your hard work."

It was the news he had been waiting for the most. His nerves should have relaxed, but they only grew more tense. Leon picked up the coffee cup on the table.

Only when his glass was half empty did he ask the two men still standing in front of him.

"Do you have any business?"

Grant was rambling along, bowing with his fedora in his hand.

"We have seen off your family well. We would like to say hello and say goodbye to you... I apologize if we have disturbed you."

Leon put down his coffee cup and shook his head. Leaning back against the back of the sofa, he looked up and the young man whose eyes met his turned pale. Leon raised the corners of his mouth. That woman, he still had the habit of choosing men who didn't look like him because he couldn't forget him. That was why he couldn't help but laugh when he met the guy who dared to touch his woman.

"By the way, you said Norman. Don't forget what I said yesterday."

Norman froze as the Count checked his watch and said indifferently. It was because he remembered what had happened here last night.

"What happened with that woman, the fact that I asked about her, the moment any story about her spread...."

The Count I met alone last night was not the hero I had seen in the media. I felt a fear comparable to that of being surrounded and threatened by dozens of gangsters who had their guns pointed at me when I met the Count alone.

It was at a time when I was secretly resenting the boss who had told the count about my date with that woman. The count said this.

"Aren't you curious what I did to the guy who kissed that girl?"

Norman, who had a bad feeling about this, shook his head desperately at that moment. The count laughed as he dusted off the ash from his cigar.

"Your lips are still attached thanks to your incompetent parents, so thank them."

Now that I think about it, it was the hotel that saved his life that ended in a dud. I was too scared to ask, but I knew what kind of relationship they had.

Norman felt like he was about to drown in the sea with his feet buried in a lump of cement after accidentally touching the gang leader's woman, and he waited for this torture to end. The Count, who had been leisurely enjoying his coffee, finally put down his empty cup and stood up. An attendant came with his coat and unfolded it, and as soon as the Count put it on, he turned around without saying a word and headed for the door.

It was finally over. It was the moment when the two men let out their long-held breaths and bowed.

"Oh, Mr. Grant."

The count stopped and turned around as if he had forgotten something, then smiled with the corners of his eyes wide.

"Anna, today will be your last day at work. Please skip the farewells."

"Yes, yes. I will keep that in mind."

He was clearly smiling, but it was a threat.

Leon looked up as the film studio building passed by outside the car window. After a while, a tall building came into view. It was the main building of the film studio, the building where Grace was currently located.

The car continued past her without stopping, a lesson learned from the previous incident at Newport Harbor.

Separate the child and Grace. Then secure the child. Then Grace will come to him on her own.

Now that the woman was stuck at the company, separated from her child, was the opportunity.

Last night, I searched the area around the address that I had checked in Grant Pictures' employee register, but the resident was an elderly person. And as soon as the sun rose, I checked with a nearby daycare center and there was no girl matching his daughter's description. In other words, it was a fake address.

But once Grace's route was secured, her place to live was also secured. All she had to do was ask the driver of the tram she rode to work every day where she got on.

Hazelbrook Village Hall.

The stop the driver had mentioned passed Leon's eyes. The car passed the town hall and stopped in front of the building next door. Campbell got out of the passenger seat and opened the back door, and Leon took out his dark sunglasses from his bosom and went out. There was a nameplate on the fence of the one-story building where children's voices could be faintly heard.

Hazelbrook Daycare.

"Is this it?"

"Yes, there is no other daycare center in this town."

Leon nodded and went straight through the fence into the building. The teacher he met at the entrance looked at him with a puzzled look and asked what was going on, but when he told him he was there to pick up his child, he let him in without any problems.

From children running around laughing out loud to those who stood still and looked up at the unfamiliar adults with curious eyes, he checked every child his age without exception, but his daughter was not there.

Blonde hair and turquoise eyes. It's not a feature so minor as to be missed, but how could I not recognize my own daughter?

Leon, who was looking around the room, turned his head out the window and saw his last hope. On this cold day, there were children playing in the playground in the backyard. As soon as he went out to the backyard, a boy called out to his friend.

"Princess, let's play hide and seek!"

"Wait. I'm going to eat all this and then play."

A curt reply came back, as if he were giving orders to his subordinates. At that moment, Leon, overcome by a strange intuition, took off his sunglasses that felt awkward and turned his head toward the direction where the girl's voice was coming from. At that moment, his heart reacted before his head. It was absurd to worry that he wouldn't recognize her.

A girl with bright blond hair like Leon's and wearing a toy crown sat with her back turned on a low branch of a tree, like a daisy on an orange tree.

This is my daughter.

A tingling excitement began to spread from my fingertips. That brief moment of approaching the child felt longer than the three years it had taken to get here.

My princess is just three steps ahead. Just two steps, just one step. And now she's close enough to hug.

As he stopped in front of him, the child who had been munching on the marble cookie in his hand raised his head. At that moment, Leon had a gut feeling.

There's one more woman who can kill me.

Imagination dares not keep up with reality. Leon realized with a sense of triumphant defeat that he had imagined the woman's eyes on his face, but that he had not come close to the real thing.

He wanted to find God. It seemed that if he called God now, the woman would respond. Grace Riddle, who had created such a perfect creature, was God.

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Distributed by Ajit Novel (formerly Ajitoon Novel).

Enjoy convenient real-time viewing on the web

http://novelagit.xyz

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