Aliana and Elena arrived at the Velor family mansion. Aliana immediately headed to the pavilion and entered her room. She promptly unlocked a special phone used solely tomunicate with Rafe.

    There were several missed call notifications from Rafe. Without wasting time, Aliana called him back. Momentster, Rafe’s voice sounded serious on the other end.

    “Miss Bianca has regained consciousness,” Rafe said bluntly. Aliana gave a slight nod, as if she had already expected it. But then Rafe continued in an even more serious tone, “And someone tried to ess your personal data through the hospital

    Aliana raised an eyebrow, momentarily surprised, but quickly came to a conclusion. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

    “Bianca,” Aliana muttered, softly yet firmly. She was convinced the woman had discovered there was a new blood donor for Andrian and was now suspicious of her.

    Aliana gave a faint smile, not the least bit intimidated. If Bianca truly was trying to find out her blood type, she would hit a

    dead end.

    Since birth, Aliana had never been officially recognized as part of the family. She was discarded, hidden, and treated as nonexistent. Even her own family never really knew her real blood type. They always assumed it was the same as Alicia’s: A. So Bianca would struggle to uncover the truth that Aliana actually had the rare AB negative blood type, just like

    Bianca and Andrian.

    “It’s not a problem,” Aliana said calmly. “That person won’t find anything.”

    Rafe continued his report. “There’s something else, Miss. Regarding the investigation into the fake Nyx. So far, I haven’t found any significant new information.”

    Aliana frowned, her thoughts refocused. “No progress at all?”

    “No solid leads on their identity,” Rafe replied. He paused briefly before speaking more cautiously. “However, we did find

    something that might be relevant. There’s another murder pattern resembling Nyx’s methods.”

    “The same pattern?” Aliana asked, both curious and alert.

    i“/iYes. A murder urred a few days ago,” Rafe exined. “The victim was a renowned jeweler named Mr. Beldiq. He was found dead in his workspace, shot in the head. bInterestingly/b, there were no fingerprints or traces left at the scene.”

    Aliana was silent for a moment, her gaze sharpening with interest.

    “A jeweler?”

    Aliana was startled. She immediately suspected that the jeweler might have been the one Alicia asked to make a bracelet. But why would the fake flys kill him? What was the motive?

    “Yes,” Rafe replied, continuing, “the old man was well known among the elite. He was killed exactly one day after meeting with Mr. Andrian Velor.”

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    “Andrian met with him?” Aliana repeated slowly, her mind racing. “Is there any more information about their meeting?”

    Rafe shook his head slightly, his expression regretful. “No detailed information yet. What we do know is that the way Mr. Beldiq was killed shows a professional execution style almost identical to Nyx’s–swift, clean, and leaving no trace.”

    Aliana fell into deep thought, her eyes distant and full of calction. This fake Nyx puzzle was turning out to be moreplex than she had imagined. She knew she had to move faster before the mysterious figure struck again and caused even greater chaos.

    “Find out why Andrian met with Mr. Beldiq. I’m sure there’s a strong connection between that meeting and the man’s death. We must uncover the fake Nyx before they wreak havoc using my identity.”

    “Yes, Miss,” Rafe replied. “I’ll begin a deeper investigation right away.”

    Aliana took a deep breath, her hand clenched tightly. She knew she had to move with greater caution – real danger was closing in from all sides. The fake Nyx might already be preparing a trap for her.

    Meanwhile, Kestrel was at the apartment previously upied by Julian. Upon entering, his mask–covered face furrowed in confusion. The ce was in chaos. His jaw tightened with a mix of anger and alertness.

    Very few people knew his personal contact number – only a handful, including Julian. So after receiving a mysterious message on that number, Kestrel came to meet him. But Julian was already gone.

    “Damn you, Julian,” Kestrel hissed angrily. “Did he run away?”

    Kestrel held back his rage, realizing that the only way his private number could’ve been leaked was through Julian. He immediately pulled out his phone to contact one of his most trusted subordinates.

    “I want to know where Julian is right nowi,/i” he ordered bluntly as the call connected. “Find him, fast.”

    “Yes, sir,” the subordinate replied without hesitation.

    While waiting for news, Kestrel began scanning the apartment. He walked over to Julian’sptop and opened it.

    There were multiple securityyers ion /ithe device. But Kestrel had no trouble bypassing them.

    He immediatelyunched a special program he often used to monitor the city’s underground activity. His fingers flew across the keyboard, tracking anything rted to Julian.

    It didn’t take long before he found a lead. What he read through the dark web hardened his expression. Julian had been captured by Nyx–reports circting in the undergroundwork confirmed he was caught several nights ago.

    Suddenly, Kestrel burst outughing, his voice echoing through the empty room. It was augh filled with challenge and

    vengeanceb, /b

    “So, you want to y with me, Nyx, Kestrel muttered mockingly, eyes fixed on theptop screen.

    He was fully convinced Nyx was the one who had sent the threat, His expression turned confident.

    Although Kestrel knew Nyx wasn’t an ordinary opponent, he wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. On the contrary, he had long awaited a direct confrontation.

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    “If it’s a game you want, then I’ll dly y along, Nyx. Let’s see whosts till the end,” Kestrel whispered, smiling coldly with certainty.

    The next day, Andrian’s condition began to improve after receiving a blood transfusion. Though his face was still pale, his body now felt lighter and more energized than before.

    Sitting up in his hospital bed and leaning against a pillow, Andrian stared deeply at the empty transfusion bag still hanging beside his bed.

    For the first time in his life, the blood flowing through Andrian’s veins didn’te from Bianca–a fact that filled his mind with questions. He felt both strange and disturbed, as for years, Bianca had been the only person able to keep him alive through regr blood transfusions.

    Elric suddenly entered the room cautiously, his face serious and alert.

    “I’ve looked into it, Sir,” Elric began reporting without being asked, as if he already knew what was on Andrian’s mind. “The doctor who brought the blood bag for yesterday’s transfusion is Dr. Giselle, a hematology specialist at this hospital.”

    Andrian narrowed his eyes. “Bring her here. I want to speak to her directly.”

    “Yes, Sir,” Elric replied briefly before leaving.

    Momentster, the door opened again, and Giselle stepped inside, her expression tense. She stopped a few paces from Andrian’s bed, her body slightly trembling as she waited for him to speak.

    “Dr. Giselle,” Andrian said coldly, locking eyes with her.

    Giselle bowed her head lower while maintaining a neutral expression.

    “Tell me who donated the blood yesterday,” Andrian demanded, his gaze piercing into her face.

    Giselle looked uneasy and slowly shook her head. “I’m sorry, Sir. I truly don’t know who the donor was.”

    Andrian’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “You were the one who brought the blood bag here. It’s impossible you don’t know their identity.”

    Giselle exhaled slowly, then replied carefully, “That person requestedplete anonymity, Sir. They asked that all hospital CCTV cameras on theb floor be turned off during the blood draw. I couldn’t even see their face–it was covered by a mask. All I know is that their blood type was a perfect match for you.”

    Andrian clenched his fist, his jaw tightening, clearly dissatisfied with her answer.

    “So you’re telling me someone came in voluntarily, asked for apatibility test, and requested the cameras be turned off, and you, as a doctor, weren’t even tije slightest bit curious?”

    Giselle lowered her face, “They were… very firm about their privacy, Sir. I had no reason to refuse, considering your critical condition. At the time, I believed saving your life was the only thing that mattered.”

    Andrian was silent for a moment, realizing Giselle wouldn’t give him anything more. He exhaled slowly, then gestured for

    her to leave..

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    “You may go now. But remember, Doctor–I don’t like it when things are kept from me.”

    “Yes, Sir.” Giselle quickly stood and left the room without looking back.

    Once the door shut tightly, Andrian cast a sharp nce at Elric, who had been silently standing by.

    “Have you thoroughly checked Dr. Giselle’s background?” he asked sharply.

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    Elric gave a short nod, his expression serious and hesitant. “I have, Sir. She’s a good doctor with a clean record, no serious issues during her career. But… I did find something interesting in her academic history.”

    “What is it?”

    “Dr. Giselle actually attended the same university as Miss Aliana. In fact, they were in the same faculty. They must have known each other,” Elric exined cautiously.

    Andrian gasped. His expression changed instantly. His eyes narrowed with deep suspicion.

    “Aliana and Giselle went to the same university?” Andrian muttered, almost in disbelief.

    “That’s right, Sir,” Elric confirmed with a nod. “They were once in the same academic environment.”

    Andrian fell silent, his mind racing. He began piecing together the recent events: Aliana’s sudden arrival at the hospital,

    her calm demeanor upon seeing his condition, and the coincidentalpatibility of the blood type–all of it seemed too

    convenient if Aliana wasn’t the one behind it.

    His brow furrowed deeply, and his heart beat uneasily. Could it be that Aliana–the woman he had always underestimated -had done somethingpletely unexpected? But how could she have known about his condition? And what was her motive for secretly donating her blood without his knowledge?

    “Elric,” Andrian called in a low,manding voice. “Conduct a deeper investigation on Aliana. I want to know everything about her past, including her personal life during university. Leave nothing out.”

    “Yes, Sir,” Elric answered firmly.

    Once Elric left the room, Andrian leaned back on his pillow, staring up at the ceiling. His heart was now filled with endless

    questions. If Aliana truly was the donor, that meant he owed his life to the woman he had always deemed unimportant.

    The thought unsettled Andrian, but also sparked his curiosity. What was this woman hiding? Why would she help him in secret without asking for anything in return?

    Andrian clenched his fists again, trying to dispel the confusion clouding his mind. Whatever Aliana’s motive was, one thing iwas /icertain–he had to uncover the identity of the person who donated that blood. And if it really was Aliana, he would have to admit that he owed her his life.