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Secret Meeting
Author: MDW
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Maia stared at her monitor, analyzing every frame and detail with practiced precision. Her suspicions about “Mizuki Kaede” had only deepened.

The woman’s records were too perfect. No childhood history. No medical logs. Just... blank.

Typing furiously, Maia breached the diplomatic database of the Japanese consulate.

A few seconds later:

Real Name: Kazue Orihara

Affiliation: Orion Foods Group – Director of Asian Strategic Ops

Alias: Mizuki Kaede – Japanese cultural ambassador

“Got you,” Maia whispered with a triumphant smirk.

Back at the mansion, Louis Moreau had just emerged from his private kitchen, where he was testing a new dish: Beef Wellington with black garlic truffle sauce and Provençal white carrot purée. The aroma still lingered, rich and intoxicating.

Scarlett was on the sofa, laptop open on her lap. Vanessa sat nearby, reviewing Louis’s international asset reports. Both looked up as Louis entered.

“Louis,” Scarlett said. “Maia just confirmed it. Mizuki’s real identity is out
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