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.

Janet exclaimed in shock and leaned

there was no mistaking it—she had

her colleagues who had not let her carry the

light and saw the true extent

thickened, gluing the hole in her clothes to her injuries, while pus was growing

various other bones were broken, and her left thigh was bent in a horrific

at all that the woman was

Prepare the necessary herbs and

was a healer of virtue worthy of inheriting her grandfather's legacy—even though it was obvious that the woman did not have any

a name Janet

and stabilized

asked, his tone clearly

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

told about a maimed

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