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Chapter 34 How Could This Be Claire masterpiece-what a dilemma! Where should I start?" Jacob mused, his voice dripping with excitement. "Don't worry, darling, I'll find the best tool for you. After all, how could I not honor this exquisite scar on your body?"

"By the way, I feel like I know your face. It's as if we're fated. to meet again from a past life," he continued, lost in his own. thoughts.

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Jacob continued observing the other tools, comparing them one. by one.

He was in no hurry, carefully examining each one.

After comparing dozens of tools, he finally found one that he considered to be the most perfect.

Frederick arrived just in time to see Jacob holding a tool poised over Claire's injuries.

Her abdomen was a gruesome sight, and Jacob was about to violate her further, having already pulled down her underwear halfway. The floor was a horrifying mess of bloodied instruments.

Frederick was stunned to see Claire lying there, unresponsive, as if she were a porcelain doll, devoid of any fight or resistance. How could this possibly be Claire?

Chapter 34 How Could This Be Claire "General... Frederick...?"

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the floor had a connection to Frederick. He

and charged at Jacob, kicking him to the ground. He drew his gun, ready to end Jacob's

business world. If you... and Claire's injuries are critical," Richard

was also a shrewd businessman, ranking among

was why no one had dared to take him down all these

had just been promoted to general and was in the midst of a presidential race, with Mr. Arthur Hawthorne. relentlessly pursuing him. If Jacob were to die at Frederick's hands, the consequences would be dire. Realizing the gravity

hand on her again,

his jacket, and draped it over Claire's

ordeal, Claire remained unresponsive, slipping into unconsciousness from blood loss by the time they

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doctors examined Claire and confirmed she had not been violated; she remained a virgin. Aside from the severe. abdominal injury, there were no other wounds. Frederick stood by, fixated on

room, Frederick remained rooted in place, staring at Claire's

he recognized, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that the

someone so proud and fierce endure such torment without a

gash on her abdomen had been stitched up,

the woman he knew with the broken figure

the night, memories of her flooding his

broken figure she had become,

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