Seamus said, "I promise you that once we're on the boat and out of here, I'll find someone to inquire about Morpheus' whereabouts in Flinge. Rest assured. He will be fine."

Persephone wanted to cry but clenched her hand tightly, refusing to make a sound.

"Miss, think positively." Seamus looked at her. "Injuries among fighters are common, and Morpheus is accustomed to this lifestyle. Besides, he's the cash cow of this arena. How could the boss just let him die?

"Don't be afraid." His voice gradually lowered, tinged with a hint of sneering. "I assure you. He isn't as fragile as you imagine!"

-

By nightfall, Persephone was still in a daze.

She didn't have a phone, so she discreetly used Seamus' phone to call Wynn. No matter how many times she dialed, however, there was no answer.

Her heart hung in suspense again.

was saved with a dash, and there was minimal

felt shocked, her heart

didn't die? Is this "he" referring to

this person, and why did they

on the person's profile to see more details, but Seamus happened to enter the room. Her hand trembled as she

what's wrong?" Seamus noticed

her

everything.

agreed,

The sea was calm tonight,

on the dock. Individuals engaged in small businesses were wrapping

sat in the

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