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Harlan’s heart sank, the weight of unspoken implications heavy in the air.

Concealing was no longer an option for Mavis, her gaze falling to the floor in acknowledgment.

Harlan understood that her silence held the truth.

“Regarding Derek’s injury, you sought out Bruce in an attempt to exonerate yourself. The plan was to bring him to us and prove your loyalty. But things took a different turn. Bruce ended up shooting you instead. Is that what transpired, Mavis?”

Harlan’s deduction pinpointed the origin of the gunshot wound.

His words struck a chord within Mavis, a poignant pang in her chest.

Guns had been an alien concept in her world until her first encounter with Harlan. Never had she fathomed she’d bear a gunshot wound.

a canvas of pride, pampered with an array of skincare products. Even a mere hint of

marked her flesh,

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landed on her pristine trousers, a small rebellion against her own

it with her hand. Crying

within, a sensation akin to a blade’s thrust. The unfamiliar pain seemed to stir within him, a sign that he was

to Mavis’ shoulder. But hesitation held him captive-partly due to the wound before him, a reminder of his own

I’m still hungry,” Mavis announced, her head raised as if to erase the gravity of

the weight

the course of their meal, Harlan excused himself, citing an impending matter. Taking

in thought. She harbored concerns that right after she completed

observed the restaurant. In his absence, Mavis noticeably unwound, engaging in a relaxed conversation with the waiter for a period of