“You don’t understand the situation.”
“No,” Daniel replied coldly.
“You don’t understand ME.”
That actually surprised her.
Because everyone else in the warehouse feared her.
But Daniel only looked protective.
Dangerously protective.
The woman studied him quietly for several seconds.
Then asked:
“You really didn’t know about the money?”
“No.”
“And you defended her anyway.”
Daniel’s jaw tightened.
“She’s my wife.”
Something flickered briefly across the woman’s face.
Not emotion exactly.
Recognition.
Then suddenly—
BZZZZZT.
One of the suited men received a call through an earpiece.
His expression changed instantly.
He turned toward the woman.
“We found the retailer.”
Everyone froze.
Mrs. Lupita.
The woman spoke sharply:
“Alive?”
The man hesitated.
“…Barely.”
My stomach dropped.
“What happened?”
The suited man swallowed.
“Store was burned twenty minutes ago.”
Silence.
Pure horror-filled silence.
The woman closed her eyes briefly.
Too late.
Someone was already cleaning up evidence.
Then the man added one final sentence:
“And there’s something else.”
The woman looked at him.
He glanced toward me nervously.
“The witness said Mrs. Lupita kept repeating one name before collapsing.”
My heart hammered violently.
“What name?”
The suited man answered quietly.
“Maya”
👉 Continue to Part 8: What Mrs. Lupita Said Before the Fire… And the Truth Maya Was Never Supposed to Hear 😨
The warehouse suddenly felt too small to breathe in.
My name echoed in my head like a siren.
“…Maya.”
Daniel moved closer to me immediately.
“What exactly did she say?”
The suited man hesitated.
The woman answered for him.
“She was badly burned. Most of what she said was incoherent.”
I stared at her.
“But she repeated Maya’s name?”
“Yes.”
Daniel’s voice hardened.
“That’s not enough.”
The woman nodded slightly.
“No. But then she said something else.”
Nobody moved.
Even Richard looked terrified now.
The suited man checked his phone carefully.
Then read the statement quietly:
