Day Sixty-Three…
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"Where should I drop you?" Nathan asked Jane.
"To Stephen's place. We have a hypnosis session today," Jane replied. She was done with her task. She just hoped Dave and Abigail would finally clear the misunderstanding between them. She would leave the rest to Cherry and Dave.
She leaned her back on the passenger seat and closed her eyes. She needed to take a nap since the session would drain her energy again.
But as she took a rest, her mind began working again. 'They used a hyper-realistic mask to make us believe that Dave did the deeds. What if… Monica also used this tactic to deceive Nathan and me. She is alive and faked her death. Someone else died on her behalf and it was all calculated!'
Jane snapped her eyes open and turned to Nathan.
"What's wrong?" Nathan asked her when he noticed the complicated look in her eyes.
"Nate… about Monica… the day of her assassination. Did you observe anything as if she was a different person?" Jane asked him expectantly.
Nathan frowned deeply when Jane brought this topic up. "Why do you want to know?"
"Because I'm thinking… what if the woman who died is not Monica? Just like what they did to Dave. they used a hyper-realistic mask to deceive my sister that it was Dave." Jane reasoned out with him.
Nathan fell silent, trying to remember his last moment with Monica. If he noticed something strange about her during their dinner date was that Monica was very cheerful and excited as if it was their very first date.
"Nothing in particular… She was just more lively and talkative during our last dinner date." Nathan responded. He was surprised that his heart no longer felt heavy after talking about that tragic day.
"Do you believe that Monica is alive? Where did you get that idea?" Nathan asked her in disbelief.
"Nate! I can't explain. But I will find proof. So just hang in there." Jane patted his shoulder.
Nathan could only narrow his eyes at her. "Stop making excuses for your crime, Phantomflake. You killed her. She died."
Jane sighed deeply. She was used to this. Nathan would doubt her words always. "Stop the car. I'm going out!"
"Why? I'm sending you to Stephen's place." Nathan sounded annoyed.
"I can't stay with someone who doesn't have faith in me. I prefer to go alone. I take back my offer of becoming your partner in crime… and partner in life. You will be the death of me, Nathan," Jane said meaningfully. Without waiting for Nathan, Jane unlocked the car door. Nathan reflexively stopped the car, afraid that Jane would suddenly jump out of the speeding car.
Brake!
Screech!
"What the hell are you doing? Committing suicide again, in front of me?" Nathan grabbed Jane's hand, not letting her go.
"No need to commit suicide, Nate. You are already slowly killing me…" Jane removed his hand. The two of them were back to arguing and fighting each other again. A hot and cold relationship!
Nathan couldn't retaliate. "What do you mean?"
"You are dumb and foolish! I thought you were the smartest guy I know. But I was wrong." After saying that, Jane stepped out of the car. She immediately hailed a cab.
Nathan had no choice but to follow her taxi. "This stubborn woman insulted me again," Nathan mumbled, rubbing the space between her eyebrows.
A few minutes later, Jane's taxi stopped at a hotel. She alighted from the taxi and entered the hotel lobby. Nathan had been following her behind. He thought Jane would go to Stephen's place for their hypnosis session. But Jane dropped by this hotel first.
'Wait. This hotel is familiar to me. I think Helena Carlsen is staying here,' Nathan thought to himself.
Jane knew what floor Helena's room was located on since she already visited her once when her soul was still inside Abigail's body. She wore her cap and mask again as she expertly stole a keycard from a hotel housekeeping staff.
Nathan shook his head helplessly when he witnessed what she did. "She is up to something again. Looking for another trouble?"
Nathan called the head manager of the hotel. He would try to cover up for her once she would make another trouble.
On the other hand, Jane took the lift, heading to Helena's room. She pretended to be a part of the housekeeping team when she rang the doorbell.
It did not take long before the door slid open and Helena showed up in front of her. Helena had just come out of her shower room. She was only wearing a bathrobe and her hair was wet.
"Who are you?" Helena raised her eyebrow as she sized Jane up. She was displeased to see a stranger whose face was covered with a mask. Helena didn't recognize her.
But even before Helena could react, Jane stepped into the room, invading her space.
Bam!
She slammed the door behind them and locked it.
Helena stepped back as she sensed some danger. She had a bad feeling about this woman who sneaked into her room.
"What do you want?!" Helena's eyes simply looked for an object that she could use to fight the strange woman.
'What the hell is this? This hotel is not safe!' Helena lamented to herself, closing her fingers into a tight fist. She continued to step back as Jane moved closer to her.
"I have some scores to settle with you," Jane spoke up.
Helena's eyes winded in utter shock when she recognized her voice. It looked like she had seen a ghost. 'Phantomflake?! She is here? Still Alive!'
Helena felt her body shiver as she froze in her spot. But soon, her shock was replaced with anger and resentment. She was about to take Jane's cap and mask when Jane moved first.
Pak!
A crispy slap landed on Helena's right cheek. Jane slapped her hard. She has been dying to do this to this woman! The woman who schemed against her sister. Helena hadn't recovered yet from that slap when Jane threw another slap on her left cheek.
Pak!
"Argh!" Helena winced in pain.
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