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Chapter 13 The Lost Princess

“Hello, Eleanor.” Max stood up as he stretched his hand to offer a handshake. Eleanor, a 17-year-old girl with deep-set blue eyes and a distinctive birth scar that was a shape of a heart under her lip stood there, letting Max’s hand suspended in the air, unentertained.

Max slowly took his hand back. “I’m Detective Carter and this is Sergeant Martin,” he said. Eleanor didn’t let out a word and just glanced at them for a second before her eyes darted to the butler.

“Is the tea already served?” she asked in a low soft voice, almost sounded like a doll would make, even her tone stained in elegance.

“Yes it has been served, and they are actually enjoying it when you arrived.” The butler smiled at her. Claire cleared her throat to get her attention to which she succeeded when Eleanor shot her a look.

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