Rebirth: A Second chance at life-Chapter 83: Even dead, she refuses to leave me alone!

Once inside her room, Aurora locked the door behind her and settled in front of her computer. The large screen flickered to life.

She inserted a small silver USB drive into the port and tapped away on the keyboard, her focus razor-sharp.

The screen soon displayed a collection of encrypted files and surveillance footage. Her amber eyes gleamed as she clicked through them, editing the footage of Alexander carefully.

Every frame, every angle, she examined meticulously.

Her lips curved into a cold, dangerous smile.

"Goblins of Kicks don’t listen to words, do they?" she murmured to herself, her voice low and venomous.

The footage showed everything she needed to expose—proof that would shake the very foundations of the people who thought they could cross her.

Aurora leaned back in her chair, a calculating glint in her eyes.

Luna would leave no stone unturned to ruin the Brown Group.

She had never liked headaches from the start, and those who were arrogant and blind in their power—she always made sure they learned their lesson the hard way.

Now, it was Alexander’s turn to understand the weight of his mistakes.

Swiftly, she clicked into her laptop, her fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced ease.

Lines of codes and encrypted files bloomed on her screen. With a few more swift taps, she completed her work, her lips curling into a faint smirk.

While she had been recovering the previous footage, another interesting file had surfaced—one she hadn’t been expecting.

"Well, I didn’t see that coming," Aurora muttered to herself, her amber eyes glinting with intrigue.

Downstairs, Sebastian spent some time chatting with Jenny before finally getting up to leave.

Both he and Liam were quietly astonished — Jenny looked far better than she had earlier, her face no longer pale, her eyes brighter.

"Won’t you stay here with me, Sebastian?" Jenny asked, pouting, her voice soft and playful.

Sebastian looked at the little girl standing in front of him and couldn’t help but sigh, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

The mischief dancing in her eyes was impossible to resist.

"Be good, Jenny," Sebastian said, ruffling her hair lightly before turning toward the door.

Aurora stood silently at the staircase, her arms crossed loosely, watching Sebastian walk away.

Once the door closed behind him, she walked over to Jenny and crouched down to her level.

"It’s time for your bath, Jenny. Let’s go," she said warmly.She gently took the little girl’s hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom.

Tonight, instead of the usual acupuncture treatment, Aurora prepared a special medicinal bath.

She had carefully infused it with rare herbs and medicines, hoping to strengthen Jenny’s body even further.

As she worked, Aurora moved quietly, her mind focused — determined to help the little girl heal, no matter how long it took.

On the other side of the city, Veronica arrived at Blu Café, one of the trendiest spots in Summer City, especially known for its cozy, romantic atmosphere.

She approached the reception desk with confident strides, mentioned the reservation under Alexander’s name, and the waitress immediately smiled and led her toward a private room.

As she walked through the softly lit corridors, Veronica smoothed her dress and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her heart already beating faster.

When they stopped in front of the door, she hesitated for a second before knocking lightly.

"Come in," Alexander’s deep, magnetic voice answered from inside.

The sound alone sent a shiver down Veronica’s spine, her heart racing and a swarm of butterflies taking flight in her stomach.

She pushed the door open with a trembling hand and stepped inside.

There he was — Alexander — sitting casually at the table, dressed in a perfectly fitted dark suit.

He sipped his coffee with calm elegance, his aura cool and distant, yet magnetic enough to command the entire room.

Veronica felt her knees weaken slightly at the sight. How could a man be so effortlessly powerful and handsome?

Steadying herself, she walked to the table, feeling her heart hammer against her ribs. She sat down gracefully across from him, careful not to betray the emotions bubbling inside her.

"Mr. Brown," she greeted with a practiced smile, her voice smooth.

Alexander merely nodded, his expression unreadable. He signaled the waiter with a slight motion, and a menu was placed in Veronica’s hands.

"Order anything you like," he said simply.

Veronica, maintaining the poise expected of a young lady from a prestigious family, selected her dishes with care.

She chose refined, exquisite items — not heavy or greasy, yet not the plain, bland diet foods so many other girls obsessed over.

She wanted to appear graceful, balanced, and above all, appealing.

As she handed the menu back to the waiter, Veronica tried to act nonchalant, crossing one leg over the other elegantly.

She leaned forward slightly and asked, her tone polite and inquisitive,

"Mr. Brown, was there a particular reason you invited me here today?"

Inwardly, her mind was racing. Blu Café? A private room? This wasn’t some casual business meeting location — couples came here to share secret smiles, to fall in love.

Excitement bloomed in her chest. Could this be it? Is he going to confess? Propose?

A tiny, smug smile tried to form on her lips, but she quickly suppressed it, not wanting Alexander to notice her eagerness.

Alexander set his coffee cup down with a soft clink, his cold gaze meeting hers directly.

"Tell me everything you know about Aurora," he said calmly. frёeωebɳovel.com

"From her childhood to now. Where she lived, how she lived, anything I might not know. If she ever traveled anywhere, her routines, the people she associated with... everything."

The room seemed to freeze. Veronica blinked, stunned. Her fingers trembled slightly, and the glass she had been holding slipped from her hand, crashing to the floor and shattering into countless pieces.

She quickly composed herself, forcing a shaky smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"I... wonder why Mr. Brown would want to know about Aurora," she said lightly, though her voice betrayed a hint of tension.

She let out a soft, almost melancholic laugh.

"Aurora’s life is an open book. Everyone in Summer City knows about her," she said, lowering her gaze.

She hesitated before continuing, putting on the air of a sorrowful, loving sister.

"I’ve always hated it when people speak ill of her..." she murmured, shaking her head slowly.

A single tear slid down her cheek, adding to the act. "But... they weren’t entirely wrong either."

Inside, though, Veronica was burning.

That wretched girl! Even dead, she refuses to leave me alone!

Her nails dug into her palm under the table. She stole a glance at Alexander, her mind spinning.

Why is he asking about her? Didn’t he abandon her? Send her away to Calvert without a second thought? What’s going on now?

Then, a terrifying thought crept into her mind like a poisonous snake.

Did he... did he save her?

Fear clawed at her heart, twisting her stomach into knots.

No. She refused to believe it.

I won’t let her steal him from me, Veronica vowed silently. Not now. Not ever.

She wiped her tears away delicately and looked up at Alexander again, trying her best to keep the smile on her lips steady, even as her insides roiled with jealousy, fear, and rage.