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Chapter 877 Underground Palace

The following night, Tiffany, who was under house arrest, was lying on the bed. As her gaze landed on the medicine on the nightstand, resentment gradually replaced the tears that brimmed in her eyes.

She clenched her fair hands together as her body shook in anger. “Veronica Murphy, I’ll kill you! I really will!” Every bad thing that happened to Tiffany started with Veronica. As such, she could only feel satisfied once Veronica was dead.

That night, Tiffany tossed and turned on her bed but couldn’t fall asleep. Pictures of the ways to kill Veronica were running through her mind. The whole night, she kept wondering about the quickest and most effective way to kill someone.

As she went over the plan in her mind, a hint of fragrance reached her. The next second, her head grew heavy and she finally fell asleep. She had no idea what happened after she passed out.

After a long time, Tiffany stirred awake. As her eyes fluttered open, she was met with the sight of Crayson and Mateo. “W-What are you doing here?”

A little alarmed by their presence, she struggled to get up from the bed. It was only then that she realized her limbs were bound tightly and she could not move an inch.

She was frightened. She scanned her surroundings involuntarily, only to find herself in a massive underground palace.

walls around her other than a few pillars that served the purpose of supporting

came from the ancient bronze figures. The figures were each holding a pole, whereby a

and modern art added to the

it was this very mystery that unnerved her from time to

I’m talking to you.

returning to the discussion. He was talking to Mateo in the hidden tongue as they fiddled with the pots on the table. However, Tiffany couldn’t understand a word they

understand the language. As such, she couldn’t

feeling and the

struggle out of her constraints, but it was

Floch and Rachel caught Crayson’s attention as he paused the discussion. He turned around to look at the woman, and his glassy eyes were filled with an icy look as he growled, “Is that

couple used to address him as ‘Mr. Crayson’ in the past. However, Tiffany had turned the former mentor and students

her to his bones, he didn’t bother to pay

of them? What about Dawson? Aren’t you wary of him?”