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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

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

Marcus was gradually slowing down. The grip

had tured to lead, each stride becoming an arduous struggle. Eventually,

own uncle had spiked his tea with a potent drug. In this moment, he felt utterly drained, his body weak and lifeless, akin to a broken

asked,

Millie into his embrace. Casting a quick glance at the approaching commotion, he whispered urgently into her ear,

closing in on us.

Marcus’ embrace, Millie felt her head becoming

she mumbled. Millie gasping for air as her ear pressed