The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

“There’s something I need you to see…” Jagoan then handed Henley a stack of photos.

“Ah!” Henley, who took the photos, had no idea what was going on.

After looking at the first photo, Henley instantly froze in place as his expression changed.

The photo showed a woman nestled in the arms of a tanned strong man as they walked toward a hotel.

Henley’s hands trembled slightly as he turned to the second photo.

It was a woman and a short guy in front of a building.

The third photo was of a woman and a stout man. The fourth photo was of a woman with a guy in a suit.

There were more than 50 photos, and the man in each photo was pretty much different. As he flipped through the photos, Henley’s face turned ghastly as his body shook violently.

who the woman

more when he heard that. “Are you kidding me? They’re fake! They’re

Jagoan. “Liar! You must be trying to fool me with these photos, aren’t you?

“Don’t you know yourself whether they’re fake? Of course, you are a workaholic after all. You might not know. Here’s a friendly reminder. Your eldest daughter might not be related to you in any way. Whether you believe it

that said, Jagoan turned around and

time before slowly coming

and why are you telling me

was already nowhere to be found when he asked

who stayed dumbfounded for a few seconds, bent with difficulty and picked up all the photos on the floor. It was as if he had aged several decades and had aged from a smart middle-aged

pulled out his phone

daughter. Can you come to

few hours later, Henley