The voice in his headset issued an order in Talnamese too. "Follow her, and find out where she got that ruby."

"Yes, sir," the man replied as he got up, impassive as he followed Cindy, who was still reveling in delight. -

Later that night, Janet said her goodbyes with her colleagues at Flora Hall, turned off the lights, and was ready to head home.

Just as she picked up her bag, she noticed a slender figure collapsed by the shadows of the wall.

"What?" Janet moved closer to find a woman covered in injuries.

Scabs had built up over her wounds—new and old, while her clothes were in pieces.

"Hello? Hey!" Janet walked up, gently patting her on the cheek.

"Frank... Frank Lawrence..." the woman suddenly murmured.

leaned

there was no mistaking

work, calling in her colleagues who had

extent of the woman's injuries—there was

in her clothes to her

broken, and her left

all that

necessary herbs and tend to

legacy—even though it was obvious that the woman did

name Janet was very familiar

colleagues cleaned the woman's wounds and stabilized her,

Frank asked, his tone clearly sharp, proving his

who's thoroughly hurt and had collapsed outside Flora Hall, on the verge of death. I don't know her, but she was calling

annoyed with Janet's call, but being told about a maimed woman calling his name left

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