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Chapter 77

Chapter 77

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If it hadn’t been for the sake of his old friend, Curtis would have kicked Maurice, Tina, and Harriet out long before they started causing trouble.

So there they went, sulking away through the wilderness. They couldn’t catch a ride and had to trek it on foot.

As they walked, Tina complained about her aching feet in her high heels. “Mr. Ramirez could’ve at least sent a car for us. If I hurt my feet, I’ll never hear the end of it from those other ladies tomorrow.”

The high–society women were all about perfection; none of them would let a single flaw slide.

Maurice was getting fed up with her constant whining. “You spend all day chattering about petty things like this! When are you going to start caring about the company?”

“What do you mean ‘when‘? I care plenty! All this effort to connect with the socialites is to get their husbands to help you out. If you had any ambition, I wouldn’t have to work this hard!” Tina felt completely justified in her frustration

But barely had the words left her mouth when Maurice slapped her hard, sending her tumbling to the ground. “Say that again?!”

He stood over her, his expression dark and menacing. Tina was stunned, her heart racing as she looked up.

In the dimming light, she suddenly realized that while she was still living a life of luxury, her husband had grown thinner and more sullen, his cheeks hollow and his demeanor almost sickly.

“Hubby…” she called out, her voice trembling, scared to even express her anger.

Maurice felt his phone buzzing in his pocket and pulled it out. His heart dropped as he saw a flood of text messages from various banks, all rejecting his loan applications.

‘What’s happening?‘ he thought. Just when he had let off some steam and felt a bit of relief, everything went dark before his eyes, and he staggered back a couple of steps.

“Dad, are you okay?” Harriet rushed over to support him, her voice shaky, clearly frightened after witnessing the earlier

scene.

loans previously because Warren had pulled

echoed in his mind: ‘Be prepared to pay the price! In a sudden

head hit a rock, blood pouring out immediately.

screaming, “Maurice, have

isn’t even mine! Now look where I’ve ended up!” Maurice threw his head back

yelling, “Who the hell taught

grew silent, save for the echoes of screams.

the group into the jungle. At first, they could still see traces of the military search about three to

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became untouched wild***** The **N’t my age of how worry, and the undertrush was tall and

large wwamp dured, and we’ve rounded by threaty Crony. This isn’t part of the survival training zone? Wenen

to deck the studion confully to prevent any students from getting lost and wandering of Yortunerly, the

we found a flag to the east, but the knot is unused; Michaets voir wuddenly called ow from the other

her tree and headed in

lowers had all been picked, but a piece of torn cloth was tied to one of the waves, looking like

will’s forget the lace band that had been tied to his arm while he was

delily unfed the complex kock. She could almost picture him in a confused state, instinctively pulling, at

your step; we should be close to their trail

and took the lead, spreading everyone out

at the indicator light on the anti–magnetic device, the magnetic field here had surged beyond eighty times normal levels, making it tough for an average person to handle. She wondered how Warren and the others had managed to push through it,

“Quinlyn, so it was you

him looking awkward, glancing at his head. “Have you been to the

thought to himself,

even more uncertain. He scratched his head and said, Tm

see,” Quinlyn replied with a nod,

a sigh of relief and laughed. “So can we be friends now? I’ve always thought you were

because he mostly