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

why did they message Seamus, telling him

the person's profile to see more details, but Seamus happened to enter the room. Her hand trembled as she

Seamus noticed Persephone's

shook her head

everything. Let's

agreed,

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

the dock. Individuals engaged in small businesses

sat in the

check the ship's status, instructing two other bodyguards to stay

Persephone paced back and forth. Suddenly, a young

stood up, but Persephone glared at them, making them

girl?" Persephone was already in a bad mood, so

lowered their heads and

young girl stepped closer, her clear, big eyes looking at Persephone. "Miss, you're as

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