Chapter 286

Marcelo lit a cigarette and took a drag. Marvin was still there. Perhaps it was sympathy, or maybe boredom, but Marcelo offered him a stick.

Marvin promptly declined, saying, "Sarah doesn't like the smell of smoke."

“As if you can even meet with her tonight," Marcelo mocked.

Marvin made a face, but ultimately accepted the cigarette. "You're one to talk," he retorted. "Aren't we on the same boat?"

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That night, Sarah had a dream.

In it, she was living in a large flat located in the city center. Although spacious, the unit only had one bedroom, with the other two rooms having been converted into a study and a collection room.

Marvin was there, too, sleeping on her living room sofa for the time being.

In the dream, Sarah was sleeping peacefully in her bedroom when the locked door suddenly swung open from the outside. A tall and imposing man walked in and sat on the side of her bed, silently staring at her.

She couldn't see his face clearly, but she felt an overwhelming sense of