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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.

her capricious temperament since childhood, was not easily pleased. Upon reaching their destination, mere displeasure prompted her to lash out at Jim with her whip, without a

new shirt Jim had donned.

white shirt with contentment and thus let him go momentarily. She even called the doctor

he sighed and asked, “Hey, where are my

I Don’t Kill

his

Finished

front of his eyes, and then leaned in to inspect

from severe myopia. Without my glasses, I can

waved a dagger, saying, “Since you can barely see, maybe I should just take

will catch up soon. Are you sure you want to run

man?”

want to escape with you? Once he catches up, I can

questioned, “Then why didn’t you deliver me to your

captured by me.

you to him?”

I die, the Warners will have trouble explaining it to my dad.

And why do you think the Warners would fear your

just ignited a couple of your family’s auction houses. If you doubt me, ask

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

brown curly hair, and came out of the

tied to a chair in her

his glasses, was visually impaired, she, in her nightgown, paid no mind to

her hair, got into bed, and drifted off to sleep, seemingly lowering her guard around the visually

Maria slept peacefully, a dagger resting against her