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.

die? Is this "he" referring to

they message

mind was in disarray. She wanted to click on the person's profile to see more details, but Seamus happened to enter the room. Her hand trembled as she turned off the phone

what's wrong?" Seamus noticed Persephone's pale

her

everything.

agreed, following

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

midnight, so there were few people left on the dock.

sat in the waiting

status, instructing two other bodyguards to

a young girl

Persephone glared at them, making them step

already in a bad mood, so she vented her frustration

their heads

looking at Persephone.

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