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The First Mission
17th October 1984 Mirabel and Fabian were carrying a one-year-old Franbel in a baby carrier, as they walked to William’s mansion. The couple stopped walking. They both noticed a woman with gray hair from her roots with a scowl on her face, waiting at the entrance as she looked to be around her late fifties, with stretched marks and wrinkles near her mouth and forehead. “I told you to never show your face here, unless you leave her.” The elderly woman told Fabian, as she looked at Mirabel with a look of disgust and unadulterated hatred in her eyes, showing that she was not a fan of Mirabel at all. But the brunette-haired woman paid no mind to the glare, having accepted that she would never accept her as Fabian’s wife. She never liked her either, so the relationship between both women w
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