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Lyndon frowned and closed the shoebox.

“Did you contact the authorities?” he asked.

“No, we haven’t,” Elma replied.

Lyndon stood up, looking for a wet tissue.

“You should wash your hands first,” Tilda suggested from nearby.

Lyndon nodded and headed to the bathroom.

As he passed Tilda, he asked, “Do you have a camera at your door? Did you see who left the parcel?”

Tilda nodded.

“Yes.

It was a little boy; he should be about six or seven years old.

”

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Lyndon, surprised, continued towards the bathroom.

“A little boy? Do you know who he is?”

“No, I don’t,” Tilda replied, following him.

When they reached the bathroom, Tilda opened the door for him and turned on the faucet.

They moved in sync.

Lyndon glanced at her as he washed his hands.

“Did someone write something on your door?”

Tilda’s face went pale again as she remembered the word “DIE” painted in red.

“Yes.

I saw it yesterday morning.

Elma and I cleaned it off.

”

Lyndon scrubbed his hands with soap.

“Did the camera catch the evildoer’s face? Could you see who it was?”

“It was a man; he was wearing black.

But he had a hat and a mask.

I couldn’t see his face clearly.

”

Lyndon finished washing his hands and paused for a moment.

Then he looked at Tilda.

“Someone is out to get you.

”

Tilda swallowed hard.

“It seems that way.

”

It was clear the mastermind’s actions were meant to scare and warn her.

But who could be holding a grudge against her?

“I’LL get my assistant to look into it,” Lyndon said.

Tilda glanced at him, her mouth agape, wanting to refuse.

But she knew his connections could quickly uncover the truth.

So she held her tongue.

“Which towel should I use?” Lyndon asked.