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?"

along his line of conversation. "I... I

"What's the matter?"

casually tossed it into the trash. "You know I've had a slight allergy to pollen since I was

gradually relaxed. What she

to being overly protected since birth, Persephone had various allergies. Later on, Zuko and Pamela decided to let her

alright." Persephone smiled. "I'll just go to the restroom, wash my face, and I'll be fine in

"I'll accompany you..."

need. I'll be

hurriedly headed to

it. He turned to glare at the other two bodyguards,

the incident with the flower-selling

the trash can—its wrapping paper was rough, clearly cheap. Nothing was inside the wrapping, but the flower was the rose that Persephone

pale complexion earlier was really related to this

lowered his hand and

took out the note, looking at it

into pieces

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