Chapter 1533 A Hint of Provocation
Vistalia
For two consecutive nights since making that call home, Selena had dreamed of Shelley. She'd called her sister twice more, and finding nothing unusual in Shelley's tone, she'd set aside her concerns to focus on the pressing matters at hand.
Mario remained missing, and last night, the Smith family had summoned several doctors to attend to Jason, whose condition could no longer wait.
Selena and Raymond had taken refuge in a hotel after learning that international operatives had failed to locate the research facility.
"I want to contact K personally," Selena said, her voice resolute.
Only when she stepped forward did K get exposed.
"Absolutely not!" Raymond rejected the idea without hesitation. K had already marked Selena for death; revealing her location might invite a bullet within seconds.
Before Selena could argue further, a knock sounded at the door. When she opened it, she found herself staring at what could only be described as her mirror image—not merely similar, but an uncanny replica of herself.
Her heart lurched violently. Before she could raise her defenses, the woman walked past her to Raymond and bowed respectfully.
"Sir," she said.
Selena turned to Raymond, bewilderment written across her face.
"She's someone I trained long ago," Raymond explained quickly. "Plastic surgery and makeup allow her to pass as you perfectly."
Anyone would feel unsettled seeing such an identical double, and Selena remained silent as the woman continued bowing.
She had to admit the resemblance was extraordinary—even the woman's gait seemed deliberately calibrated to match her own.
Raymond took Selena's hand, squeezing it gently between his palms. "If someone needs to act as bait, let it be her. I'm taking you back to the Smith House where you can rest properly."
Selena's brow furrowed. Was Raymond planning to work with this doppelgänger? Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach. She'd always known this wasn't an ideal time for pregnancy, with so many unresolved dangers surrounding them.
Looking at the woman still bowing with such discipline, Selena pushed aside her unease. "All right."
Her escape from Mystic Prison had been pure luck. Risking another mission now could endanger her child—something she would never forgive herself for.
Raymond stroked her head affectionately. "Her code name is 00. She's one of my operatives."
It was clear he had long prepared for the day when 00 might need to stand in as Selena's double.
When Raymond drove Selena back to the Smith House, she glanced into the back seat before exiting the car. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed someone could look so identical to her. 00 sat quietly, matching Selena with nearly ninety percent accuracy.
"Keep in touch," Raymond said seriously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'll locate the research facility as quickly as possible."
Selena nodded. Her father's condition couldn't wait—they needed the antidote immediately.
She watched Raymond drive away with an inexplicable knot of anxiety forming in her chest, only dissipating when the staff came to escort her inside.
Richard had arranged the quietest room for her and assigned two housekeepers to attend to her needs. On the first day, Selena couldn't sleep, constantly checking for updates from Raymond.
Then 00 called.
"Ms. Fair, we're en route to Vesperia," the woman informed her.
Selena bolted upright. Vesperia? Raymond had never mentioned going there.
She hung up and immediately tried Raymond's phone, but received no answer. When she called 00 back, the woman's tone was unsettlingly detached—identical to Selena's own voice, creating the eerie sensation of speaking to herself.
"We've found leads to the research facility, but the area is experiencing an outbreak of disease," 00 explained coolly. "Mr. Montague didn't want to expose you to that risk. Don't worry, Ms. Fair, I'll take excellent care of him."
That last phrase carried a hint of challenge that set Selena on edge. Combined with Raymond's silence, it plunged her into a state of agitation.
The more anxious she became, the more discomfort she felt in her abdomen.
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