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As panic started to creep in, the door suddenly swung open, and a figure emerged before swiftly closing the door behind him.

“Why are you here?” Millie blurted out, surprised to see the person before her.

The person gave her a curious look and responded, “What are you doing here?”

The words escaped their lips almost simultaneously. To her astonishment, it was none other than Marcus who emerged from the room. How did he end up here? His face wore a tense expression, hinting at trouble.

“What happened in there?” Millie asked, her voice laced with concern.

“Who allowed you to come here? Follow me,” Marcus remarked, gripping her arm firmly as he hurried toward the exit. His demeanor exuded a chilling aura. The sound of urgent footsteps echoed behind them, indicating a group of at least five or six pursuers.

him pay!” a voice

understanding of the events that transpired within the room, but the circumstances made it abundantly

that Marcus was gradually slowing down. The grip of his hand

an arduous struggle. Eventually, he leaned against the wall, gasping for air, incapable of moving

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asked, her voice filled with

sudden surge of determination, Marcus summoned the last remnants of his strength and pulled Millie into his embrace. Casting a quick glance at the approaching commotion, he whispered urgently into her ear, “You need

closing in on

Marcus’ embrace, Millie felt her

please… Release me. I’m struggling to breathe,” she mumbled. Millie gasping for air as her ear pressed against Marcus’ chest,