Chapter 888

Claire furrowed her brow, a familiar crease forming between her eyes. One look from the old butler, and the mercenaries nearby automatically stepped back,

giving her space.

She slid into the car behind the butler. The route they took was all too familiar; it led to the grand old theater. But why were they headed there?

Halfway through the ride, a thought struck her. "Where's Barrett?" she asked.

"Mr. Barrett is waiting for you at the theater," the butler replied, his voice calm and steady.

always been just a plaything to her, like a loyal pet dog. She never truly cared for him. Yet, his steadfast presence during her darkest times had

stood outside, bowing slightly. "Madam, please

pace measured and deliberate. The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with neglect, as though the place had

eyes drifted to the stage. The red curtain hung there, silent

Memories of past performancenet

through her

blood. Of course, someone would clean up afterward, but the stains

lives were as inconsequential as ants. Yet, there was a time when she was kind-hearted and just. But the world hadn't returned her kindness.

lights flicked on, cascading in waves like an ocean of light. By the time she reached the stage, the entire auditorium was bathed in a

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