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!

even sacrificed everything for the one she loved. Yet, why must she suffer such

heal. If fate was at the hands of someone, she swore that she would tear that

decided to

the vibrant woman she once was

with us and you won’t meet her

While it sounded comforting, it masked her threats that if Mackenzie opposed the Holy Trinity, she would

down Mackenzie’s face as she

Claudette’s eyes flicked involuntarily when Mackenzie’s tears landed on

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

warrior?” came Freya’s abrupt question. She directed the question at Mackenzie,

her gaze, her voice laced with confusion. “What do

though your mother sealed your elixir field, our current technology enables us to transfer the energy of the Heart of the Sun

you obtain

wise person like yourself wouldn’t need to pose such a question,” replied Freya, her gaze fixed on Claudette. She is our ‘portable

tightened. She had no idea what the Holy Trinity’s hundred–heir project entailed, but she was also aware that the Lenoir family had always