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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.

smile. Her voice trembled as she inquired,

etched across his face, Horace drew a deep breath, met her gaze, and steadied his voice.

when she heard the sound of the elevator pinging as

were already standing at the entrance

was Darian

too far away to hear what they were saying, their glee

must mean they had already

Jasper a look, and the two of them

tear as he said to Ariana with a face filled with

or attempt to hide his true feelings in front

eyebrows and a wide grin and said, “My brother is gone, but

provocative manner as a way to

mind going blank. At that moment, the sight of their pretentious

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