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Horace stood at the entrance waiting for her, his disheveled appearance a stark contrast to his usual impeccable demeanor.

His hair was askew, his eyes bloodshot and swollen, clearly struggling to maintain composure.

A multitude of questions flooded Ariana’s mind, desperate for answers about what had transpired and how Theodore could be in peril.

Yet, her words lodged in her throat, rendered voiceless. All she could think about was Laying her eyes on Theodore.

Seeing him safe and unharmed.

As they entered the elevator, Horace pressed the descent button.

at the glowing red button, forcing a bitter smile. Her voice trembled as she inquired, “Why are we descending?

Horace drew a deep breath, met her gaze, and steadied his voice. “Mrs. Anderson, we’re heading

a daze. There was a strange numbness over her mind. She only came to her senses when she heard the sound of the elevator pinging as it came to a stop. The doors opened, and she stepped out, her movements as sluggish and

were already standing at the

Darian and

no sign of grief. Although Ariana was too far away to hear what they were saying, their glee was apparent, as if they didn’t care they were

so delighted, it must mean they had

shot Jasper a look, and the two of them tried to suppress their amusement and

to squeeze out a small tear as he said to Ariana with a face filled with contrived grief, “Ah,

showed no restraint or attempt to hide his true feelings in front of her. His lips curled into a smug smirk, an air of schadenfreude and

Ariana with raised eyebrows and a wide grin and said, “My brother is gone, but you need to

in a provocative manner as a way

of their pretentious expressions made her want to do nothing more than tear them apart with

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