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

is this person, and why did they message

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

wrong?" Seamus

shook her head

packed everything. Let's

agreed, following Seamus.

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

on the dock. Individuals engaged

sat in the waiting

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

Persephone paced back and forth. Suddenly, a young girl

immediately stood up, but Persephone glared

was already in a bad mood, so she vented

their heads

looking at Persephone. "Miss, you're as

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