Dylan said, “Go ahead.”

He was a bit hungry too and wanted to eat.

Imogen called for Wendy and instructed her to make a fresh pot of tea and serve some of the snacks she usually ate.

Once Wendy finished preparing the tea, Imogen poured a cup for Dylan and said, “You can start your story now.”

“Ms. Doyle, I’m not making up a story, I’m—Ms. Doyle, you are Fox, aren’t you?” Dylan asked again.

“Mr. York, I’ve told you, I don’t know who Fox is. I only know a fox is an animal, like in the zoo. If you ask me again if I’m Fox, I’ll think you’re calling me a vixen.”

“‘Fox’ is just a nickname, meaning she’s very cunning and deceptive. I call her Chameleon Fox for her ability to shape-shift into many different identities. She changes so much that people mistake her for many different people, but in reality, she’s only one person.”

Imogen looked quite interested and said, “Oh, so you think I’m Chameleon Fox, who likes to deceive people? Do you have any evidence for this?”

“No, I don’t.”

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