No More Waiting, She Chooses Love
Chapter 681

Fanny cracked a playful smile, "Handsome, are you that much of a saint that a little touch is off-limits?"

"Apologies, but we're strictly in the business of performance, not pleasure. Please, let's keep it professional," Phipps replied, nodding slightly with a courteous bow. Faced with such a firm yet polite man, Fanny knew better than to push her luck. She withdrew her hand and continued her inquiry, "How old are you?"

"Twenty-nine!"

Fanny nodded, looking up at him slightly, "And your height?"

"Six feet and a half!"

She glanced around once more, "Did you go to college?"

"Yes, I studied Al and Robotics."

Fanny clicked her tongue, "That's a hot field right now."

The unsaid implication was that it seemed a waste for someone with such a prestigious degree to work as a model.

"This is just a side gig for me," Phipps revealed, catching me off guard.

Is everyone hustling this hard these days?

To think he has a solid job and still picks up side work?

Compared to someone as ambitious as him, I felt somewhat inadequate.

"You're really putting in the effort," Fanny echoed, sounding impressed.

Phipps didn't respond, and sensing the moment was right, I suggested to Fanny, "Let's go, the show is about to start."

As we were about to leave, Fanny fixed her gaze on Phipps, "Ever lost a child in your family?"

"I'm an only child!"

Fanny chuckled lightly, "Your parents hit the genetic jackpot."

She nudged me away, and once we were out of earshot, she questioned, "Did his answers match up with what we know about Ernest?"

I shook my head; aside from his face, nothing matched up with Ernest.

"This guy says he's not Ernest, but

his face is identical. Yet, the voice is different, and so is the information he gave. I'm not sure if he's Ernest or not Fanny shared her frustration.

I remained silent, pondering how to further probe this man.

It was hard to give up the thought that he might not be Ernest, but the evidence suggested he was merely a doppelgänger.

"Shawn, you've been close with

Ernest long enough. He must have

some unique marks, like scars or moles in private areas. Why don't you find an excuse to check on Phipps?" Fanny, ever the clear-headed one, suggested.

Her point made me recall, "Ernest has a mole on the back of his neck."

"Is that the only place? What about...other areas?" Fanny nudged me with a wink, "You know, those spots?"

I shook my head, "Never noticed."

Fanny rolled her eyes at me, "All this time together and you never noticed? Were you even paying attention when you were with him?" Her words stung with irony!

It was the first I'd heard of needing to be 'attentive' in that way.

"So, you must have been very 'attentive' with Yates then. Noticed any unique marks?" I teased back.

Fanny coughed lightly, "Of course, but that's for me to know."

"What is it? Come on, share," I pressed, playing along.

"That's my little secret," Fanny said, pushing me back the way we came.

Just then, as we rounded a corner Sinclair emerged from the side. His gaze landed on Fanny, those deep, inscrutable eyes seemingly peering into her soul.

I felt Fanny's push on my wheelchair hesitate, and in the next second, it felt as if she'd put some extra muscle into it, speeding us along.