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It's been 3 Years

"Ms. Clearwater, I'm afraid you'll have to come in person for this one."

"What do you mean?" Eulalia asked, slightly furrowing her brow.

Oliver explained, "Misty hasn't left the garden since you died. It scratches anyone who tries to take it out. Neither I nor the boss dare to touch it. So we need you to come over yourself. How about this... let's set a time tomorrow, and I'll arrange for a driver to pick you up."

When Eulalia heard Misty's name, her heart ached. How was that silly cat doing, the one that tried to save her from the fire? It refused to leave the villa - was it still thinking about what she said before she died last life, telling it to wait for her to come get it?

"No need, I'll go there myself. 9:30 in the morning." Eulalia hung up after saying this.

The five-minute call left her hair wet and sticky against her skin, very uncomfortable. Eulalia found a hair dryer in the closet.

June and July are the hottest months. Eulalia blew on a fan while drying her hair. The hair
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