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!

Emmanuel. She never stole or harmed anyone and even sacrificed everything for the one she loved. Yet, why must she suffer such

soul and tore open any wounds that refused to heal. If fate was at the hands

she decided to unite with

and restore Claudette to the vibrant woman she once was while doing

Cooperate with us and

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

down Mackenzie’s face as she held onto Claudette’s

landed on the back of her

at Claudette again, all she saw was the vacant, stoic gaze from before.

want to become a warrior?” came Freya’s abrupt question. She directed the question at Mackenzie, her voice a silken

laced with confusion. “What do you

our current technology enables us to transfer the energy of the Heart of the Sun

did you obtain this

such a question,” replied

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 been the Zelinsky family’s