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As Duncan grappled with his memory, desperately trying to recall the password, a growing sense of suspicion emanated from the woman before him. Her eyes narrowed, and her tone became tinged with an edge of hostility. It was clear that she was beginning to doubt Duncan's intentions."This is it for you, mister," she declared, her voice laced with a mix of anger and distrust. "You're attempting to deceive me once again." Duncan vigorously shook his head, his expression a blend of fear and disbelief. He knew that his life was in imminent danger, and the gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon him. He had to find a way to convince the woman that he was not trying to deceive her, but time seemed to be slipping away. With each step the woman took closer to him, Duncan's heart raced faster. He could see the determination in her eyes, and he knew that she was ready to strike and end his life. It was in that critical moment, as her hand was raised, poised to deliver a fatal blow,
Walker and Sophia exchanged a hesitant glance, their expressions betraying a mix of guilt and loyalty. After a moment of contemplation, Sophia took a deep breath and spoke, choosing her words carefully. "We simply carried out his orders," she admitted, a subtle tremor in her voice. "There were operations, tasks that your father assigned to us. Some of them... they weren't entirely... ethical." Duncan's heart sank at Sophia's revelation. The image he had held of his father, once noble and untarnished, now began to crack under the weight of these hidden truths. "I need to know," Duncan said, his voice filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "What were these operations? What did my father involve himself in?" Walker, his face etched with remorse, stepped forward to join Sophia in explaining. "Your father, Sir Dunstan, he was a complex man," Walker began, his voice heavy with regret. "He had connections and dealings with various unsavory individuals and organizations.
As Duncan went down on one knee, feeling the pain of the arrow in his shoulder, Karla gasped and immediately knelt before him, her expression filled with concern."D... Duncan?!" she uttered, her voice trembling with worry. Duncan struggled to speak through the pain as he observed three men clad in ninja outfits suddenly appearing before them. "Fuck, who are they?" he muttered, bringing Karla's attention to their presence.Karla tilted her head, meeting their cold and bloodthirsty gazes. "Who the hell are you guys?" she demanded, her voice laced with defiance. One of the trio spoke, his voice filled with menace. "We are the Wipers. You're lucky you got saved by him," he gestured towards Duncan, "because we didn't want to harm him. You were our target because you're useless to us." The revelation sent a chill down Karla's spine, and she instinctively moved closer to Duncan, protective and ready to face whatever threat lay before them. Glaring at the trio of Wipers, Karla let
Inside the car, Duncan continued driving in silence, his focus on the road ahead. However, he couldn't help but notice Karla's intense gaze fixed on his wounded shoulder. Intrigue filled her eyes, and he could sense that she had something on her mind."What is it?" he asked, his forehead creasing with a frown. He kept his eyes on the road, not wanting to be distracted from his task of safely navigating the car."Your shoulder is..." Karla began, her voice trailing off as she stretched her hand toward his wounded shoulder, intending to examine it. However, Duncan instinctively leaned away from her touch, causing him to momentarily lose control of the steering."What's wrong with you?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of concern and frustration as he quickly regained control of the car. Karla, undeterred, persisted in her worry for his well-being. "Why don't you pull over while I look at it?" she suggested, her tone filled with genuine care. Duncan glanced at Karla but re
Duncan's eyes darted around, his senses heightened, as if on high alert. Karla, her gaze fixed on the nearby bush, could feel the presence of someone lurking in the shadows. The atmosphere was thick with an unspoken tension. Suddenly, Duncan's gaze shifted towards Karla, his eyes searching for reassurance. At that moment, the intensity of their passionate connection was momentarily forgotten, replaced by a shared concern for their safety. Breaking the silence, Duncan's voice, laced with caution, pierced the air, "Let's go." His hand reached out, intertwining with Karla's, guiding her toward the car. There was a sense of urgency in his actions, a determination to protect her from whatever danger they sensed. Karla, about to voice her worries about the car, was interrupted as Duncan swiftly entered the vehicle. With a flick of the key, the engine roared to life, surprising them both. Their eyes met, a mixture of astonishment and relief reflected in their expressions. A sponta
The following morning, Duncan and Karla arrived at her house after getting his deflated tires fixed by Jack and brought back to him at the hotel they stayed in overnight. "Thanks for the ride home," Karla said, getting off the bike and removing her helmet. "You're welcome," Duncan replied with a smile. Karla waved. "See you some other time." Duncan nodded and watched as she made her way to the doorway of her penthouse. As Karla reached the door, instead of using the doorbell, she knocked. She tilted her head and caught Duncan watching her, returning his smile before the door opened. "Hey, cousin," Julie's voice boomed, causing Karla to look forward, but she was surprised to see someone other than Julie. It was the girl she had met the other day, Tara, Julie's friend. "Hello," Tara waved, and Karla forced a smile, her instincts turning up as if alerting her to something. Julie's arrival injected an excited energy into the scene. "I guess you got a free ride here," she remark
In the pregnant pause that enveloped them, Duncan anticipated Babette's response. "Babette, I understand that you are kind of close to my Mom, and if you can't do it, I will find another way," he remarked, forcing a smile while contemplating other avenues. As he moved to depart, Babette halted him."No, I will do it. I will get the diary for you," she declared, surprising Duncan."Really?" he queried in disbelief."Yes. I' will do it today.""Alright then. Thank you," Duncan expressed his gratitude, patting her shoulder before leaving. Babette, left behind, watched him go, her once-glowing face now tinged with a somber aura. Meanwhile, within the confines of the house, Ma'am Zelda mulled over her conversation with Duncan, her thoughts weaving through the intricate threads of secrecy and familial ties. "I can't bring myself to tell Duncan the mystery surrounding his birth, nor can I share the doubts I had about his father. How's he going to feel when he gets to know any of these?"
Amid the palpable tension, Ma'am Luna, perceptive to Duncan's hesitancy, probed with suspicion, "Why aren't you saying a thing? Do you have other plans?" Duncan, gathering himself, responded with a shake of his head, "I'm just thinking of how I can carry out a presumed huge presentation smoothly. I've got no experience and I can't do it. I'm sorry, grandmother-in-law, but I won't do it." His unspoken hope for reprieve was dashed as Ma'am Luna persisted, an audience stunned by the unfolding drama. "You can do this, Duncan. I believe in you. Zinnia will put you through. Okay?" Resigned, Duncan nodded, accepting the looming challenge. Exiting the house, he made a beeline for his bike and dialed Karla. "Hello, Duncan?""Hey, let's meet up in the next one hour.""Alright." As he hung up, a heavy sigh escaped him, encapsulating the weight of his predicament. Meanwhile, back inside, Zinnia approached Ma'am Luna, masking her discontent. "Grandmother, how can you trust Duncan with