Though it might be Franklyn, Hannah approached the door with caution, ready to verify the visitor through the peephole.

There, in the dim light, stood Franklyn.

His face was pale, his left arm cradled protectively.

Before Hannah could open the door, the door next to hers swung open.

Instantly, Franklyn found himself staring at Bryson’s cold expression, feeling the intense aggression emanating from him.

Danger loomed.

Acting on a sharp instinct, Franklyn cautiously retreated two steps upon encountering Bryson.

Observing Franklyn’s actions, Bryson narrowed his eyes and asked with a menacing tone, “Who are you?” His voice boomed, deep and commanding.

Franklyn, maintaining his caution, stepped back again, gauging the distance between them.

“Who are you?” Bryson repeated, his gaze dropping to the wound on Franklyn’s arm, his voice icy.

“Trying to fake your own injury?”

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“What?” It seemed Franklyn was confused by Bryson’s accusation.

swung the door wide open,

in, both of

stand there

his anger, turned,

is he?”

“He’s my friend.

be polite,”

Bryson raised an eyebrow.

the assassins had come up with a

Hannah rolled her eyes.

you stay in your room?

door and

hand, closed the door, he overheard

you might be in danger, so I wanted to take care of

serious conversation with

him, she

take a look at your

Franklyn didn’t hesitate.

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