Chapter 1293

Macey shared her thoughts, “I find Ms. Harper to be quite nice, very different from Ms. Windham. It’s my first time seeing a woman as carefree as her, much better than Ms. Samford, who kept bossing us around the moment she arrived at the villa.”

Nancy sighed in agreement, “That’s true. Let’s be patient and see how things unfold. Since Mr. Turner hasn’t returned our calls, let’s not alert him.”

Macey nodded in agreement.

The treatment they discussed involved an injection administered every three months, designed to dissolve the clot. This duration could feel simultaneously lengthy and brief, depending on the perspective.

The silence that typically enveloped Ventropolis Prison was occasionally pierced by nocturnal howls.

Within the confines of a fenced combat arena, Fred, bearing wounds, stepped down from the platform, accepting a towel from his deputy warden. His attention then shifted to a man on the platform, now motionless and bloody.

This grim policy of the prison offered victors a glimmer of freedom, while the defeated were doomed to never leave the platform alive.

off the blood, inquired,

Fred was inquiring about a specific person. ” Mr. Turner, it’s only been three days, and you’ve asked six times. If you’re really

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his black military uniform, and entered his office. The office’s chill contrasted sharply with the warmth emanating from a drawing on the wall, Mya’s artwork from her

cigar, adopting a relaxed posture as his deputy warden assisted with the lighter.

an escape attempt. Fortunately, it was

a little person for you. Does it look like me? And do you see this

memory felt like an auditory illusion. The deputy warden, noticing Fred’s fixed gaze on the drawing, realized the

fascination with Mya seemed a mere whim, paling in comparison to Ava’s

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