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Chapter 101 by MrLarsBar MrLarsBar

Jaina Hudson?

Something is off with her

They shook hands. Again, a jolt went through Aaron. The facial structure, the features, the figure, they were the same but at the same time they weren't. She wore a black dress, fancy moon earrings, and stared into his soul with piercing emerald green eyes. There was that lust, that familiar cloud of eagerness he once saw in the White Rabbit's pink pupils. That costumed woman who pretended to work for the Penguin.

But…it was different. He couldn't explain it.

"Aaron Reigner," he said, introducing himself.

"You work for Wayne Tech," Jaina stated in faux admiration.

"I do." A pause. "I'm guessing you don't?"

Jaina smiled. "No. My father is an American diplomat for India. Tom Hudson, perhaps you've heard of him? He operates in Gotham."

Understanding her high-class status, Aaron replied in the most fancy way that he could, "I'm afraid the name escapes me."

"My mother is a Bollywood actress," Jaina elaborated. "My work largely elopes with them but in general I'm a charity organizer. Wayne Enterprises, LexCorp, or whoever requires my service."

"Ah, I presume you did the same with the Fox's event tonight?"

"A little, yes. Tanya Fox is more than capable, however. I merely give a few pointers."

The voice was similar in timber but not in personality or pitch. Moreover, Jaina and White Rabbit were different ethnicities. There was no going two ways about it, this woman was India, plain and simple.

'Is it possible that she changed ethnicity as White Rabbit? Maybe it's a superpower.' The thought was both strange and crudely humorous. 'This takes white washing to another level.'

The limo suddenly came to a stop. Everybody quieted down. Bottles were set aside, make-up was redone, and mirrors were used to check on their appearances.

"Guess I will see you later, Aaron Reigner." Jaina winked and grabbed Mr. Vandergilt's arm. Then, as the door opened, she and the older man exited.

Aaron waited till the important folk left. He held a hand out to Iman, who looked a little worse for wear, and offered her the most comforting smile he could. "Shall we?"

Iman inhaled. "Yes."

What's next?

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