“Thank you, sir,” she said with a little curtsy.
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And just like that, she turned and disappeared into the busy market crowd.
Mika stood there speechless.
He turned to his driver.
“Follow her discreetly. Don’t let her see you. I want to know where she lives.”
The driver nodded and got out of the SUV.
Mika waited one minute. Five. Ten.
Then the driver returned, shaking his head.
“She’s gone.”
“Gone? How gone?”
“She turned into an alley near the fabric stalls and disappeared. I searched everywhere. She’s fast.”
Mika leaned back against the seat, his eyes fixed on the crowd, his mind racing.
That little girl was no ordinary child. She had vanished like a shadow, leaving behind only questions—and a necklace that belonged to him.
Mika did not sleep that night.
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