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What? "He took over your body for a few minutes, Za," said Keanu again with a worried tone. The guy took a deep breath and massaged his temples. “You even hurt Kenzo. Before he took over your body, you fainted from the attack. Be honest with me, how many times a day can you get attacked?"

His prognosis was finally looking good. Tessa swore as she slammed the side of her fist into the wall of the abandoned lobby, pulling herself out of her thoughts. If Ingrid’s spell hadn’t killed every Rogue under her control, they would have suffered a crueler fate by her hand. Death was too kind and quick for all of them, especially that beast. The reality that she had been living a wonderful life while Milo was rotting alone in a cell, and being used as a personal punching bag, filled her with rage and guilt.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

A whisper escapes my lips, low and trembling, almost a prayer, almost a plea, a muttering I can barely recognize as my own: “No… no, no, no…” The baby in my arms coos happily, entirely oblivious to the destruction he has wrought. I lower my head slowly, squinting, bracing for the undeniable, the impossible, the grotesque spectacle that awaits me. The diaper has failed. Completely. And it has failed spectacularly. The first blow hits me not with the shock of surprise, I've survived worse in my life, but with the absurdity of it all, the stark, almost comic horror of a father who has underestimated the destructive power of his own children.

The leather was so soft it looked like a cloud. The date on the receipt at the bottom of the shoebox was from a year and a half ago. Teresa froze. A year and a half ago, TRS Group had been in full-blown expansion mode. She'd been flying between three different cities every day, doing roadshows in high heels. One night, she had collapsed on the couch from exhaustion and casually complained, "These heels are inhumane. My heels are completely destroyed." She really had just said it in passing. The next day, she'd still gone out in those same "inhumane" battle boots.

"You're letting a mere surrogate look at your phone?" "Yeah," He said with a nod, his voice very soft. "You can look through it whenever you want. As much as you want." "Enough!" I shook him off, my eyes cold. "How long are you rich people going to keep playing these games? When the woman you loved died, your first thought wasn't to stay loyal to her. It was to spend money on a stand-in. After you find one, you put her on a pedestal when you're happy, then throw her into the bin once you get bored."

To numb himself, Sean entered his old routine after returning to the law firm, working insane overtime hours. This time, however, without me by his side, every case suddenly felt far more difficult. He had to handle everything himself now, from checking every detail to correcting every typo. The successes he once thought came easily now demanded several times the effort.

Eduard stopped his exercises activity and walk on the direction of Angie. Angie was in a daze, looking on Eduard's body. She can't stop herself to look, Eduard body was quite sweaty which make it looks like shiny. The body of Eduard was got chiselled into a muscular tone after he was leveled up by the system. This could be called as a bonus reward for his reincarnation. Angie switched her gaze to the other direction to avoid looking at the body of Eduard. She was ashamed of what she is thinking over her master.

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

Relief washed over me, though I realized my palm was covered in cold sweat. She chuckled and implied, "What are you looking at so late at night that has you so nervous, Luna? Honestly, you should just get yourself a boyfriend." I felt awkward at what she implied, and had nothing to say, so I crawled back into bed. I reopened the online website after pulling the curtain tightly shut, but the website had been shut down. I pulled out the instruction manual and looked carefully. Hidden against the black background on the back, I finally noticed a line of dark red text.