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!

was Emmanuel. She never stole or harmed anyone and even sacrificed everything for the one she loved. Yet, why must she suffer such a fate by ending up like

open any wounds that refused to heal. If fate was at the hands of someone, she swore that she

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

vibrant woman she once was while doing everything she could to

us

sounded comforting, it masked her threats that if Mackenzie opposed

as

eyes flicked involuntarily when Mackenzie’s tears landed on the back

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

came Freya’s abrupt question. She directed the question at Mackenzie, her voice a

voice laced with

though your mother sealed your elixir field, our current technology enables us to transfer the energy of the Heart of the Sun into your body. That way, you would have unimaginable power!”

bit her lip. “Where did you

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

aware that the Lenoir family had always been the Zelinsky family’s