The last sentence, Chloe Grant seemed to be talking to the version of herself regaining her memory.
Continuously retracing that sentence again and again.
Finally, looking at the sentence, bold and prominent in her notebook, Chloe Grant let out a sigh of relief.
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A dark, windy night is always suitable for mischief!
In a certain room at the Imperial Hotel, Ralph Koch was walking around the room in a velvet robe influenced by a male star surnamed Wu, looking very flamboyant.
He bit his naturally rosy lips, and combined with the red contact lenses he wore out of preference, exuded a very alluring and provocative aura.
After pacing for a while, there was a knock on the door.
Ralph Koch walked over and opened the door.
Standing there was a person with delicate features, and if not for the male attire, it would be hard to tell he was a guy.
