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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.

been a canvas of pride, pampered with an array of skincare products. Even a mere hint of redness would stir

this unsightly wound now marked her flesh, a

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landed on her pristine trousers,

masked it with her hand. Crying seemed like a

a blade’s thrust. The unfamiliar pain seemed to stir within him, a sign that he was no longer the emotionless figure

shoulder. But hesitation held him captive-partly due to the wound before him, a

let’s sit down and eat. I’m still hungry,” Mavis announced, her head raised as if to erase the

the weight of his thoughts

impending matter. Taking the initiative,

was consistently lost in thought. She harbored concerns that right after she completed her meal, he

of his car, Harlan observed the restaurant. In his absence, Mavis noticeably unwound, engaging in