Chapter 590

Everyone felt like crying, but Keaton, trying to muster some courage, said:

"Look, we're starving here. Please, have a heart and let us go. It's the holiday season. If we all starve to death, next time you get hurt, there'll be no one around to keep you company."

Tarquin barely lifted an eyelid and dropped a bomb, "Want a meal or your legs?"

"Excuse me?"

"If you want to eat, you'll have to break a leg! Literally. Break your own leg, then you can go."

Everyone: "

"

Seizing the moment Tarquin headed for the bathroom, the group lamented in despair,

"Who on earth managed to anger the Grim Reaper himself during the holidays?"

"If we find out who it is, they're as good as dead! It's their fault we're all suffering!"

"Talk about being clueless. Out of everyone to provoke, they had to pick Tarquin. Don't they know he's the last person in Jindale City you'd want to mess with?"

"Keaton, do you know who it is?"

Keaton, nearly fainting from hunger, lazily replied, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't dare mess with them."

Tarquin, is there someone else in

exactly a big shot, but if you try anything on

was shocked but curious,

answer, someone's stomach growled

God, please let Tarquin let us go grab a bite! I'll light a candle,

said, "Praying to God won't help, you

"Who's Elysia?"

that name.

to her coattails. Whoever manages to get on her

"??? Really? That's hard to

offering only a

in his mind, it was clear as day. Clinging to her coattails was like winning

was no

visit Elysia with a

was making rounds in the

were waiting to cling

Meanwhile, in the bathroom.

leaned against the sink, phone in hand, hesitating. Eventually, he

a message to Benjamin instead,

"All good here,

a few seconds, Tarquin typed,

needs rest, no special care. She's been in the lab all day working on

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