Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1727 Mackenzie Meets Claudette

Only a single person stood in the room. It was a woman rooted to the ground, her gaze vacant and stoic- akin to a finely crafted automaton, devoid of any human emotion.

“Claudette!”

Mackenzie could no longer bear it and quickly approached the figure ahead of her.

Freya, with a swift raise of her hand, prevented those who would have stopped Mackenzie from heading forward.

Mackenzie approached Claudette with ease and gently held Claudette’s hand. Claudette feels warm to the touch, but she looks so cold, as if she’s a living dead.

“Claudette was hanging by a thread when she jumped off that cliff. There was no way she could live, but our organization brought her back with the most advanced technology and medicine from the black market!” Freya explained, preempting any question that Mackenzie had.

Mackenzie trembled, her emotions a swirling storm within. A sense of darkness enveloped her, strangling her with its despair, causing a wave of emotions to rage within her–confusion, anger, and grief.

Lightning and thunder filled her inner world, giving rise to a chaotic symphony of conflicting emotions!

loved was Emmanuel. She never stole or harmed anyone and even sacrificed everything for the one she

Mackenzie’s soul and tore open any wounds that refused to heal. If fate was at the hands of someone, she swore that she would tear that script into shreds!

vowing to herself, she decided to unite with Emmanuel, destroy the

once was

assured. Cooperate with us and you won’t meet her

it masked her threats

Mackenzie’s face as she held onto Claudette’s hand.

intuition, Claudette’s eyes flicked involuntarily when Mackenzie’s tears landed on the

looked at Claudette again, all she saw was the vacant, stoic gaze

Holiness, do you want to become a warrior?” came Freya’s abrupt question. She directed the question at

voice laced with

Valois Bloodline’s sole heiress. Even though your mother sealed your elixir field, our current technology enables us to transfer the energy of the Heart

you

person like yourself wouldn’t need to pose such a question,” replied Freya, her

that the Lenoir family had always been the Zelinsky family’s lapdog. Not to