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I sigh, and I turn around with the rest of the guys. After a few minutes of rustling behind me, we hear a small gasp from the young girl. "What is it?" I ask, not daring to look back from the fear that Kenli will beat me with a hammer. "Nothing. She's just cold." I can hear the tremble in her voice. She is obviously lying, people in this family just love to lie. But I shake it off, lying isn't our biggest problem right now. *********************************** Kenli A gasp escapes my lips as I take off her shirt to reveal several hundred cuts covering her body. "What is it?" The one called Alec questions. I look up at him to make sure he isn't looking.

I spotted him in the crowd. Charlie was standing there, staring at me like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The moment our eyes met, he rushed toward me like a lost dog who’d finally found home. He didn’t care who was watching. He threw his arms around me, clinging tightly, trembling as if terrified I’d vanish again. I pushed him away coldly. "Please keep your distance, Mr. Grant." Charlie froze, stunned by the hostility in my tone. During the rest of the seminar, he didn’t stop looking at me. His eyes followed my every move, dark and intense—like he was scared I’d disappear the second he blinked.

The moment Janet heard the words face scan verification, her face drained of color. She bit down hard on her lip, her body trembling uncontrollably. However, it did not take long for her to recover. Her eyes flickered–and just like that, she switched expressions, putting on a pitiful, wronged look. "Eleanor, you know I bought this account off a trading platform back then! "The real-name verification isn't even under my ID! "Now you're forcing me to do face recognition–aren't you just trying to use that loophole to frame me?

“So, tell me about this infamous city. It sounds dangerous, which means you must love it there, right?” He surprised me by launching into a detailed description of the magical city he’d visited late last night, but what was even more jarring was that I held onto his every word. The way he spoke of the place, with a certain mischievousness, made me feel as though I were in on one of his many jokes. “The city of a Thousand Faces is indeed a dangerous place—some refer to it as a city of a thousand desires, of a thousand shadows loitering in the dark, but it holds a certain kind of unruly beauty you have to witness with your own eyes to understand.”

" The voice was tiny and on top of her. Rolape looked up to stare at someone petite standing on the quadrangle with a beaming smile. ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS. Thank you for

“That makes sense… Anyway, since he dared to hit Neil Hugo, this shows that he has a complicated background as well!” Ivan nodded and said, “I heard that the woman has an amazing body, but no one knows how she looks. Meanwhile, the man seems threatening enough if he hit Neil to the brink of tears.” “I’m curious, who is the hero who killed 200 men from the Dragon God Clan? The Dragon God Clan is no good news, so everyone’s hailing the killer as a hero now!”

Or it was a mere fragment of her thought. Luna just lifted her camera, taking another shot. Because that was all he was. Just another face. Just another image. Even if her heart refused to believe it.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

50 years ago, a 29-year-old man worked under total anonymity to construct a shield in the sky for this country. 50 years later, he fell because of a petty farce. But the country he protected swept away the filth with the swiftest justice possible.