Persephone felt a moment of panic.

Her initial thought was whether the note might be a prank, but she quickly dismissed that idea. Even if it were a prank, there was no need for it to target her specifically.

Besides, the name written on the note was clear—Morpheus.

Morpheus was fine!

This person must know her, but for some reason, they couldn't tell her this face-to-face. It wasn't Wynn because his personality was straightforward. He wouldn't use such roundabout means.

However, who else did she know in Flinge besides Wynn and Morpheus?

Persephone's heart raced. When Seamus placed his hand on her shoulder, she nearly jumped.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Persephone stared at him for a few seconds before shaking her head frantically.

"You don't look too well." Seamus frowned. "Are you feeling ill?"

the note into her pocket and continued along his line of conversation. "I...

"What's the matter?"

hand and casually tossed it into the trash. "You know I've had a slight

relaxed. What she said

decided to let her be, not excessively

go to the restroom, wash my face, and I'll be fine in

"I'll accompany you..."

I'll be back

hurriedly headed

turned to glare at the other two bodyguards,

recount the incident

trash can—its wrapping paper was rough, clearly cheap. Nothing was inside the wrapping,

pale complexion earlier was really related to this

slowly lowered his hand and tossed the

note, looking at

into pieces and flushed it down the

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