Seamus said, "I promise you that once we're on the boat and out of here, I'll find someone to inquire about Morpheus' whereabouts in Flinge. Rest assured. He will be fine."

Persephone wanted to cry but clenched her hand tightly, refusing to make a sound.

"Miss, think positively." Seamus looked at her. "Injuries among fighters are common, and Morpheus is accustomed to this lifestyle. Besides, he's the cash cow of this arena. How could the boss just let him die?

"Don't be afraid." His voice gradually lowered, tinged with a hint of sneering. "I assure you. He isn't as fragile as you imagine!"

-

By nightfall, Persephone was still in a daze.

She didn't have a phone, so she discreetly used Seamus' phone to call Wynn. No matter how many times she dialed, however, there was no answer.

Her heart hung in suspense again.

Suddenly, a message came through. She unintentionally opened it. The sender's name was saved with a dash, and there was minimal conversation. The recent message had only four words: [He did not die.]

Persephone felt shocked, her heart pounding.

this "he" referring to

is this person, and why did they

Seamus happened to enter the room. Her hand trembled as she turned off

Seamus noticed Persephone's

shook her

packed everything.

agreed, following

home to the dock. The sea was calm tonight, a good time to

people left on the dock. Individuals engaged in small businesses were wrapping up their operations for

sat in

status, instructing two other bodyguards to stay

a young girl selling flowers ran over and handed her

stood up, but Persephone glared

little girl?" Persephone was already in a

lowered their heads

big eyes looking at Persephone. "Miss, you're as beautiful

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