When They Beg, I Rise!

Lemira's expression was ice-cold, "No."

She had no desire to look back. Nor did she wish to return to the team, to live the life she once had. Alaric seemed to falter, his face turning pale, unable to utter another word.

Lucian had been right. He had his chances to make amends, but ultimately, he failed to seize them. Entering the complex, Lemira didn't immediately head upstairs. Instead, she wandered around there.

She remembered the injustice she faced in her past life on the team, and this time, she had paid it all back. She was determined not to join the finals!

Since Alaric had replaced her in her past life, giving the chance to win to Evelina, then in this life, she would cut off Alaric's chance to win.

Looking up at the sky, Lemira vowed not to repeat the same mistakes.

"Hey, lady, you seem down."

Suddenly, a middle-aged man appeared beside her, eyeing Lemira with ill intent, "How about coming over to my place for a drink?" "No need."

Lemira, wary, declined and turned to walk towards more crowded areas.

"Come on, pretty lady, don't go. I know where you live. Are those two guys keeping you? How much are they paying you? I'll double it."

Lemira quickened her pace, running towards the outside, her pursuer's breath heavy behind her. A chill ran down Lemira's spine, not expecting a mere walk to turn into an encounter with a creep. Suddenly, someone grabbed her hand, causing her to scream.

Orion held her hand, pulling her into

eyes, Lemira saw him. She instinctively looked towards the dark path of the small garden, but no one

and said, "Some

"Where?"

seems to have

because he saw Orion,

sighed, "I told you not to

replied, "How was I to

was in his arms and awkwardly

asking, "Should we

let's call

chimed in, "That path's camera has a blind spot: People have called the cops before, but they never caught anyone. Sweetheart, you shouldn't wander alone at night in deserted places.

expecting such an

quickly returned to his usual demeanor,

outside, feeling as if

back in the apartment, sitting on the couch,

a pair of slender hands offering her the warm cup,

bottom of this creep issue. As long as there are people, they leave traces. There's no

continue living here, it

"You mean