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ediately. “You released him? Who authorised you to do that? She caused Ryan’s death. How could you let him go?”

In the bedroom, Jim listened as Maria confronted the newcomer.

Maria stayed calm. “My dad ordered me to free him, and I have to follow his command. If you have questions, take them up with him.”

Grady was furious. “How dare you!”

His eyes moved from Maria to the bedroom door, a look of suspicion crossing his face. He then began to push the door open.

At that moment, Maria interrupted, “He is injured and couldn’t have gone far. He is probably still in Everthorn.

Grady paused his actions.

Maria went on, “He might be getting medical treatment somewhere. Rather than staying here with me, you should send someone to find him and take steps to avenge Ryan. However, I must warn you to proceed carefully, as that person has powerful connections, and we need to avoid bringing trouble to the family.”

Grady stared deeply into her eyes

Maria returned his gaze steadily.

After a tense moment, Grady and his men left.

Once they departed, Maria quickly went back to the room and ordered her men, “Bring him to me.”

When Grady’s subordinates told him that the person was still held by Maria, she had already taken the person and escaped.

Jim was escorted by Maria to the border town, Arrowvale, a location marked by disorder.

Jim realised that although the young girl before him appeared harmless, she held a fierce and ruthless. nature. He understood that while she might not plan to harm him, Ryan’s father would certainly do so. Thus, he cooperated diligently throughout the journey.

capricious temperament since childhood, was not easily pleased. Upon reaching their destination, mere displeasure prompted her to lash out at Jim with her

shirt

blood–stained white shirt with contentment and thus let him go momentarily. She even called the doctor to get his wounds

Jim’s wounds were tended to again, he sighed and asked,

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his eyes.

Finished

her hand in front of his eyes, and

myopia. Without

can barely see, maybe

sure you want to run off with a

man?”

he catches up, I can

“Then why didn’t you deliver me to your

by me. Why would

to him?”

afraid that if I die, the Warners

you think the Warners

“I didn’t kill anyone. I just ignited a couple of your family’s auction houses. If you doubt me, ask about a man

you didn’t do it yourself, it was probably your associates. You

her lovely brown curly hair,

tied to a

visually impaired, she, in her nightgown, paid no mind to

drifted off to sleep, seemingly lowering her guard around the

slept peacefully, a dagger