Chapter 317
But what really convinced Victor that the girl before him was in red Gece was not just the accumulation of these coincidences–but one key factor: Her name. The girl, as fate would have it, was named Cece Winslow! With so many coincidences piling up, it was impossible to dismiss them as me chance. Vietor believed, without a doubt, that this girl was the one Jackson had been searching for,
“Mr. Bane,” Victor said, gazing deep into the eyes of Jackson, “hehame is Cece Winslow.”
Cece Winslow… Upon hearing the name, a pause flickered through Jackson’s usually impassive gaze. Indeed, that name was bound to set his mind wandering.
Just before, when Jackson had seen the familiarity in the girl’s eyes, he still harbored some doubts. Eyes alone were not definitive proof. After all, in the vast world, there were many who shared similar eyes! Thinking about it, Oneida’s eyes also bore a resemblance to Cece’s. He had noticed this when he first met Oneida. However, he didn’t for a moment think Oneida was Cece. Beyond the similarity of their eyes, there was almost nothing alike between them. Their aura, facial contours, and overall appearance were completely different. Although he didnt know Cece’s exact looks, the Cece of his memory was like a resilient wildflower–plain features, carrying a wild yet peaceful and charming quality. Oneida, on the other hand, seemed all the more radiant, with a far more aggressive aura. They seemed like people from two different worlds.
Moreover, he had people investigate Oneida’s background. He knew that before returning to the Chaser residence, she lived in Nusridge Village. But she seemed to have a rather low profile in Nusridge Village; the villagers, when they spoke of her, simply described her as a girl raised by a retarded woman. Nothing more, nothing less. Even though Nusridge Village was quite close to Berdon Mountain, whether Oneida ever visited the Saint Yales Resort was a question wrapped in doubt. With this thought, Jackson couldn’t help but give his head a slight shake. How could Oneida possibly be Cece?
Shifting his gaze back to the girl before him, his solemn eyes locked onto hers. Now, piecing all the clues together, along
many coincidences without reason. with her name, He could affirm, she was Cece. The world could not have that
“You don’t have to be afraid. I won’t hurt you,” Jackson said slowly, lifting the edge of his lips ever so slightly, his voice as deep and pleasant as always.
Cece stared at Jackson for a long while, until she couldn’t hold back any longer. She blurted out, “Who are you? Why are you looking for me? I don’t know anything; I don’t remember anything…”
At her words, a slight frown creased Jackson’s forehead. He turned to look at Victor, his voice cold as he asked, “What’s going on here?”
Vietor pursed his lips, choosing his words carefully. “Mr. Bane, I forgot to tell you, Cece has lost her memory. They say that when she first came back to Cinderhill Village, she accidentally hit her head and forgot everything from before.”
A subtle change came over Jackson’s face. A touch of deep, stern coldness tinted the handsome lines between his brows. In other words, Cece had forgotten everything. Including the time when they had met.
“They said they’d take me to a beautiful house and give me delicious food, so I followed them,” Cece pointed at the man in black beside her, pouting as she muttered. “But to run into something like that on the way here, it was just too terrifying.” Remembering the landslide they’d narrowly escaped from earlier, Cece couldn’t help but shudder with the recollection.
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