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"His name's Alan," Fathia said, her lips still trembling, which didn't fade even though she tried her best to shake off the recent event. Her eyes kept darting back and forth, staring out the car window. Scared.

"Alan? Alan who? You've been acting so suspicious, Fathia. What's up?" Jess couldn't just casually ask, but now they were in the car. Mr. Dennis was in the front, driving the car promptly.

"That person, Jess. That person," Fathia exclaimed in frustration. "Oh God! I can't possibly forget!"

"Yeah, who?" Jess pressed impatiently, but suddenly, she remembered something. "Don't tell me it's..."

Fathia nodded, though she didn't understand what Jess meant by "the same person."

"Seriously?"

"I have a lying face?"

Jess shook her head. "But are you okay, though? How do you know? Weren't you in Mr. Sebastian's room? How could this happen?"

Ah... when Jess started firing off a string of questions like this, it meant they were talking about the same person they were trying to reach. Inste