Chapter 397 8he Is Suspected

Zayla was stunned. Tears were still on her long and curled eyelashes. Hearing that, Zayla blushed. Her dark skin and freckles couldn’t hide it.

“Wait until you come out.” Zayla found an excuse. With that, she picked up the sheaths on the ground and put them back into the box. Zayla felt a burning gaze fixing on her and someone smiling meaningfully.

“Don’t you leave one for me?” “Lincoln Nash.” Zayla was so angry that she called him by name. Lincoln liked to tease her. Zayla went scarlet with anger.

at Lincoln and became serious. “Don’t have any verbal conflicts with Brendis’s men anymore. For

wounds that I can’t count them. I don’t want to see you getting

for long. Even if Anton and the others would not wake up because the drug given by

left staring

break into the dangerous area for him. It was even more unexpected that Zayla appeared in front

the drugged wine and sheaths into the trash can. Zayla replaced the wine bottle with the one she had put behind the trash can. She returned to the hut near the basement and sat on a stool not far from Anton and the others. There was no heating in the hut, and the coldness and humidity made her shiver. One hour, two hours… No one woke up. Zayla thought the

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