?<strong>Chapter 1433:</strong>


    Before she could protest, he guided her into a luxury boutique. Within minutes, Jayden had selected several designer bags, each more extravagant than thest. “Let’s head to the next store.”


    On their way to the next shop, Elyse suddenly stopped mid-step, her gaze fixed on something—or someone—ahead.


    Jayden noticed her hesitation and turned to her, puzzled. “What is it?”


    Elyse pointed toward a couple near the elevator. “It’s… Tracy,” she murmured.


    Jayden followed her gaze. There, standing arm-in-arm with a man, was a woman who bore a striking resemnce to Tracy. He squinted, his brow furrowed.


    “Is that really her?” he asked, doubt coloring his tone. “She looks like Tracy, but I’m not sure.”


    Jayden wasn’t very familiar with Tracy, and a passing resemnce wasn’t enough to confirm her identity. He nced back at Elyse, who seemed frozen, her expression betraying shock and disbelief.


    Her silence spoke volumes.


    Jayden exhaled softly. “You know her better than I do. What do you think? Is it her?”


    Elyse tore her gaze away, shaking her head. “I… I don’t know,” she said quietly, though her voice betrayed lingering doubt.


    Elyse shook her head repeatedly, murmuring, “No. She’s not Tracy. She can’t be here. I must have been mistaken.”


    Jayden pulled her into his arms, his tone soft yet firm. “You can’t lie to yourself. Tracy is alive. She’s entered our lives secretly, but she’s not targeting us.”


    Elyse bit her lower lip, lifting her head with stubborn defiance. “No, she wouldn’t harm anyone. That woman just looked a lot like Tracy.”


    Jayden wanted to argue but hesitated when he saw the resistance in her eyes. Reluctantly, he agreed, “You’re right. That wasn’t Tracy. Let’s go. I’ll take you shopping for more handbags.”


    Elyse nodded without saying another word, following Jayden into the next boutique.


    On the drive home, Jayden broke the silence. “I know it’s hard for you to ept, but I need to tell you something. Dolores isn’t dead, and neither is Shaun. If Tracy still holds a grudge about what happened before, she’ll make her next move.”


    Elyse stared at him in silence. His serious expression made it clear he wasn’t joking. She looked away, unwilling to confront the weight of his words.


    Jayden continued, “What they did was well-hidden. The police never looked at Tracy because they didn’t know she was alive. If she makes a move again, she will leave more clues behind. When that happens, she’ll truly be in danger.”


    Elyse clenched her fists, her eyes shut as if closing them could block out the painful truth she didn’t want to face.


    Jayden crossed his arms, his tone earnest. “I n to find Tracy and stop her before she acts again. At the very least, we can make sure she stays out of prison.”


    Elyse pressed her lips together, her silence speaking volumes. It seemed she wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’te.


    Seeing the struggle on her face, Jayden stepped forward and wrapped her in a gentle embrace, holding her tightly.


    When they returned home, Elyse headed straight to her bedroom. She locked the door behind her, grabbed her phone, and threw herself onto the bed, lost in thought.


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