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21. HE IS DISAPPOINTED
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2024-10-29 19:42:56They didn’t speak to each other. In the black car, the two of them still refused to unlock their lips to produce any words.
It had been five minutes since they left Brielle Park’s residence, but they were still reluctant to leave the basement of the building. They were already in the car, but the painter had not yet started the engine.
The sound of gasping breaths was heard. It was the only sound that filled the silence in the car.
“Your friend is very strange,” René finally broke the silence that had been enveloping them for a few minutes.
Alain turned to René and put on a guilty expression. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ve known her for a long time and know about her past, but I didn’t expect her to be like that.”
René sighed again. He was wrong for being suspicious of the girl named Brielle Park. He thought the chubby-cheeked girl would be able to give him a clue, but he was wrong. He couldn’t judge people with the surname only.
"What do y
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