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But before he went on ahead of himself. He still needed a sample to prove that it was even true. That Dani could be his sister.

Gerald hoped that what he felt for her was a protective instinct to keep his sister safe and not a sick obsession to possess her like Nick.

“At least you can close that part of your life and finally feel safe again.” But the reaction on her face told him that she still had some doubts.

Suddenly, his suspicion that she might know something about another entity involved in the kidnapping might be true. She might be aware of him but could not pinpoint him yet. This information suddenly changed everything.

Because if she learned his true identity, his secrets might not be safe with her. What to do with that knowledge? Well, one question at a time. He still needed his sample.

“Yeah, I guess you are right.” Dani finally replied, but her eyes still seemed bothered by something else.

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But something caught his eyes as his head turned around the room. The trash had an empty cup. It might have her lipstick on the top portion or some of her saliva.

That should be enough sample if he could get his hands on it. But it would be too suspicious if he suddenly took the trash with him. That would come out as weird and creepy. He should better come up with a better plan.

Suddenly, her mobile phone rang, making her preoccupied with something else. She excused herself as she answered the call, turning her chair away.

He saw that as an opportunity to grab the cup, and fortunately, it was empty. He quickly folded it in half and slid it into his pocket.

By the time she turned to face him, he had secured the cup safely where she could not see it. But it was trash that he doubted she would be looking for anymore.

“I am sorry about that.” Apologizing for making him wait. But he did not mind since he had already accomplished his mission of coming to see her. He finally had his sample.

“I think I would not waste any more of your time. But I also need to get back to work.” He stood up from his chair, watching her, but his mind was already thinking of what he would do next.

“Oh.” She was slightly surprised, but she understood. “Thank you for stopping by and offering your assistance.” She told him, looking thankful that he had offered his help.

He immediately rode back to the elevator and took out his phone. With a few flicks on the screen, his phone started ringing. Soon, a man answered.

“I need to see you at our old meeting place. I have something for you to do.” He instructed on the line before quickly ending the call.

A few seconds later, the elevator chimed and indicated he had reached his floor. But instead of going up, he was now in the lobby of the building, walking on his way out. As soon as he reached outside, he whistled, and a cab stopped in front of him.

After thirty minutes, he waited inside a cafeteria, far from the busy business center, with a black coffee in his hand. With people coming and going, but none he would recognize, even if he wanted to check their faces.

It was the part of the city they could safely converse without people recognizing him much or the person he was meeting. But he needed his help with this one. But he could not see him in the places he frequented.

He looked again at his watch, wondering why his date was late. But he knew this person was a busy man, just like him, but he knew he could trust him.

“Where are you?” He anxiously sipped on his coffee, almost drinking most of it.

He was not afraid that someone might see him, but he wanted answers, and he was itching to get them at the soonest possible time.

“I am sorry if I am late, but if you did not get the memo. I am retired and was on vacation.” The man sat across from him with a big grin planted on his face.

The man raised his hand, catching the attention of the server. After ordering, he dismissed her and proceeded to look at him.

“What is this all about?” He curiously asked, sitting comfortably on his seat.

“If you are retired, why are you here?” He could not blame the man for not pursuing his career in this art. But sometimes, fate had different plans for all of them.

“Because I could not stay away.” He indifferently replied, thanking the woman who placed the coffee before him. “Anyway, what is this meeting about?”

“I need you to have this tested for DNA compatibility,” Gerald explained but did not give him enough details to indicate who owned those samples.

He handed him a plastic containing several strands of hair and a paper cup wrapped in plastic.

“This seems very important, but why the secrecy.” The man asked again, but he could not tell him.

“I am sorry, Lord, but this information is on a need-to-know basis.” He told the detective, hoping that his skills had not waiver since it had been a while since he had last used his services.

As the man said, he was retiring.

“Just sent me the result in our usual way.” He instructed, not wanting to meet with him again. That would be too risky.

Then, he dropped some bills on the table, covering the coffees they ordered and a few tips.

He moved out and rode another cab, not saying anything else or looking back. But his mind went back to the girl left in his office building. His sister, if the DNA tests would match.

As long as she had no idea about his identity, he was ok with that. But his mind still wondered why Ethan had not told her sister that she had an illegitimate brother.