"Unless what?"
"You are Scarlett." Charles Harrington's enigmatic smile grew wider.
If this story was true, then he was Julius Bailey, and Anna Jadwin was undoubtedly Ms. Scarlett.
Anna Jadwin furrowed her brow: "I am not, I have said that I am not!"
"You are not, so neither am I." Charles Harrington strode away.
Anna Jadwin felt as if her energy had been drained, and she collapsed onto the sofa.
No matter what, now that there was definite news about the Blue Tourmaline, there was hope... It's just that it was in Charles Harrington's hands, impossible to seize unless he was willing to give it up willingly.
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Night fell.
Anna Jadwin sat restlessly, while Wayne Bailey was constantly fiddling with a computer.
Anna Jadwin got angry just watching his calm and composed demeanor...
Usually he couldn't hold back half an hour before talking to her, and now several hours had passed!