Geneva’s POV
?“I’ll be okay, trust me.” I gave her my earrings. This is my mom’s heirloom. “Give this to them. They will believe that you are not a spy and they’ll let you in. I’ll be back, use that motorcycle,” I say. “Are you going to…?” she asks. “Don’t worry. If you see me dead, those siblings will come after his head,” I say. “Geneva…” she murmurs. I smiled. She nodded and went off. Lira is my only cousin from my only aunt. They died from a car accident and we live in an orphanage together. I became a lawyer and she works as a manager of a bank in a rural area in the second province here. I think her boss sends her to one of their banks here. I heard she became a manager in that bank.