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Chapter 235 The Aftermath 

What now? 

“Why the panic?” 

“Is your identity as the sniper something your brother can’t know?” 

Maya went silent. 

Of course, he could know. 

But how was she supposed to explain it? 

The moment she was exposed, it meant complications, explanations, and an avalanche of questions. 

Maya’s instinct was to avoid all of that. 

She called George immediately. She cleared her throat and pretended she’d just woken up. “George, when are you coming home? 

“There’s nobody else at the house right now.” 

On the other end, George’s footsteps halted at the base of the unfinished building. Surprised, he replied, “Maya? You’re up this early?”” 

“Yeah. Never mind why. Just come home. I’m scared.” 

Maya’s voice was impatient, bordering on a whine. 

“Okay, okay. Give me a second. I’ve got something to take care of first. 

George said the words. His curiosity hadn’t dimmed one bit. 

On her phone screen, Maya caught his silhouette heading up the stairs. 

She cursed his damned curiosity under her breath, frantically stuffed everything into her backpack, left the sniper rifle where it was, and ran. 

At night, her small frame and dark clothes would have let her slip away unseen. 

But it was broad daylight now. 

The entire building was a skeleton-no doors, no windows, nothing but 

open 

air. 

Maya’s only option was to use blind spots. After tracking his approach on her phone screen, she ran in the opposite direction and managed to reach a different floor just before he arrived. 

George reached the sixth floor. An empty window. A sniper rifle resting on the sill. 

The person was gone. 

He walked down to the fifth floor. He found a body. 

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“Huh?” 

A soft sound of surprise escaped him. The realization hit instantly. 

He’d been wrong. The person who’d saved him wasn’t the sniper. 

This fully equipped corpse was the original sniper. 

So, who had taken the sniper’s place? 

Maya was hiding on another floor, too scared to leave. If he went to the window and looked down, he’d spot her. 

How would she explain any of this? That she’d somehow predicted the sniper’s location like a psychic, solo- killed two armed men without a spotter, and-oh, by the way-she definitely couldn’t tell him she could see the future. 

Maya slowed her breathing. Hugged her knees. Tucked herself into a quiet corner. Shaking. She couldn’t stop it. 

The exhaustion had passed. What remained was pure, delayed terror. Tears. 

She even started spiraling. Would she get arrested for murder? 

She could already hear Edric’s future lecture. “Maya, once you’re in prison, just focus on your rehabilitation.” 

In the near future, she would quite possibly end up with the same limited-edition prison wardrobe as George. 

Except she didn’t have his jailbreak skills. She’d just be an inmate. 

Maya wanted to cry even harder. 

“System, is my punishment for messing up the timeline going to be getting sent to another dimension to fight dinosaurs? Or dropped onto a battlefield?” 

Silence ensued. 

The system, naturally, didn’t respond. Outside of specific events, it stayed silent. 

Maya wasn’t going to handle any cleanup. 

If the police investigated, they’d know someone had been here. But would they suspect a child? The odds were vanishingly small. 

Right now, she just wanted an excuse to have a good cry 

George crouched. He ran a finger across the floor. 

He picked up a shell casing. 

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And a discarded burner phone. 

He cracked the passcode. Handler contacts, all virtual numbers. These were untraceable. 

From the casing size, the gun was small. Likely wielded by a woman. 

That gutsy, huh? 

Coming alone, going head-to-head with a professional sniper. 

That realization shook him harder than the sniper-defection theory. 

Who? 

Someone had gone to extraordinary lengths to kill the sniper, just for him? 

George wasn’t the sentimental type. 

He didn’t have some dramatic being-rescued complex. 

When he was in a good mood, he’d save a bystander or two. But the people he saved usually didn’t thank him-they were too afraid of him. 

Being saved only made them fear their rescuer. 

George wasn’t feeling especially grateful right now. Just… puzzled. 

Something didn’t fit. 

The first shot had been a direct hit to the forehead. Instant kill. 

But afterward, the shooter had fired several more rounds. 

A real sniper wouldn’t waste bullets like that. The shot grouping was loose. The follow-up rounds were too close together. It didn’t look like trained marksmanship at all. 

Was her ability that poor? Compared to his earlier judgment of a professional sniper, it looked like a rookie, scared out of their mind, panic-firing out of sheer terror. 

Stranger and stranger. 

George held the casing up to the light, turning it idly, wondering, What had the shooter’s motive been? 

There had to be something in it for them. Otherwise, he couldn’t fathom why anyone would go through this much trouble to save him and then vanish. 

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