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Deadly Plot.

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-05-16 20:56:02
Chapter 176.

The room was quiet. Dimly lit, heavy with silence. The candles burned low, their flames soft and slow, casting long shadows across the velvet carpet. Stephanie sat still, her back straight against the high-backed chair. One hand rested on the table, the other curled around an empty glass. Her face was calm, expression unreadable, as if she were waiting for something.

Then came the knock.

One, two—measured and cautious.

She didn’t speak. Just tilted her chin.

The door opened with a soft creak. A man stepped in. Dressed in black, dirt on his boots, blood crusting one side of his shirt. His face looked pale. Eyes hollow. He walked with a slight limp.

He stopped a few steps in and bowed low, his head bent deep—not just in respect, but in pain. He looked like someone who had seen too much.

“My lady,” he murmured.

Stephanie didn’t move. “Speak.”

He swallowed. His jaw tensed. His lips parted, but no words came out. He hesitated.

Her eyes narrowed, slow and sharp. No wor
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😹😹😹😹 Do you all want to join me and laugh at Stephanie or do you believe Drystan would fall for her plans?🌚🤭😹😹 Oh! I am loving it here.😹🤭

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