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In seconds, Arren felt like she was losing control of her body. She seemed to be trapped in an unconscious state.Amid the darkness that enveloped her mind, Arren felt the voices of joyous whispers as if they had successfully executed a mission planned.The voices of a man and a woman echoed in Arren's mind, rejoicing and celebrating.Before long, the sound of a moving object with wheels rolling around her was heard, and finally, it came to a halt right in front of her. Subsequently, Arren fell into a deep sleep that she had never imagined before.***"Be careful, and make sure you don't make a mistake," Vennina commanded firmly, as she appeared to be surveilling the situation outside the changing room."All right, ma'am. You don't need to worry," Pablo responded confidently. Beside him, Rome was ready with a wheelchair. The man began to lift Arren, who had now lost consciousness.Carefully, they changed Arren's beautiful dress into plain clothing.They put on sunglasses, a hood, and
Arren felt shocked and shaken by the tragic scene before her. Two people had become lifeless bodies, and now, only she and Clark remained as the survivors.Clark checked the two deceased victims to ensure they were indeed dead. Once sure, he extended his hand to help Arren to her feet.Arren sat there trembling, her body shaking from the overwhelming panic she couldn't contain."A-are they all dead?" she asked to confirm."Yes, you're right. Stay strong, Arren. We didn't have a choice," Clark said coldly, as though he'd witnessed many corpses like this before."You're wearing a mask?" Arren suddenly noticed Clark's mysterious appearance."Isn't this my uniform, Miss?" Clark responded with a hint of playfulness.However, he felt relieved because the two killers who had been killed by him earlier couldn't recognize him thanks to the masked uniform Leon had insisted on earlier."Yes, you're right," Arren said, a little relieved. Slowly, she began to calm down. Arren was able to start movi
"Mr. Connor?""Yes, pleased to meet you," Leon replied coldly.His grip on Arren never wavered; he held her as if to ensure his arms were the safest shield, protecting her from the world."Open the car!" Leon ordered the driver in a firm tone. The driver promptly obeyed their employer's command and opened the car door quickly."I-I'm sorry, Sir. The lady must accompany us to the police station," the inspector said with apparent hesitation in his eyes. It was evident he was trying to overcome his trembling when facing Leonard Connor, a powerful man in Canada.Facing this man made the inspector feel like he was dealing with an impending storm ready to strike at any moment. But there was a truth that needed to be acknowledged. His duty as a police officer was to uphold justice."Don't you understand that my wife is the victim here?!" Leon shouted. His voice thundered with anger. He couldn't accept the fact that his wife was a murder suspect."Look at how fragile and small she is! Arren co
Arren and Leon finally returned to the mansion after a stressful day.Their arrival was welcomed by loyal servants who were relieved to see them safe.Warmth and relief filled the atmosphere inside the grand mansion. Arren and Leon could finally rest in peace.Arren appeared to be sound asleep in Leon's embrace. Her husband gently carried her to the bed, carefully laying her down. He had already removed her clothes and shoes.Arren looked comfortable, though she hadn't cleaned herself yet. She continued to sleep, although she woke up briefly."No one will hurt you again, Arren. I'm here for you," Leon said softly, embracing her with love.Leon then fell asleep beside Arren, relieved. He vowed never to let Arren go through something like this again.Leon also swore to deal firmly and coldly with the traitor who had harmed his family the next day."Bring her here!" Leon ordered the head of security."Very well, Sir!" The burly man immediately went to the west pavilion, where Vennina was.
"Sir, let me be the one to punish her," Clark said confidently.For a moment, Clark glanced at Arren, hoping she would support his decision for their plan.Arren was lost in thought, not fully understanding Clark's stance, but she quickly persuaded Leon not to kill Vennina."Let Clark take care of it, Leon. You don't need to dirty your hands," Arren said, trying to influence Leon. He appeared unhappy, genuinely wanting to shoot Vennina right then and there.Amidst the tension, Ford suddenly entered, breaking the oppressive atmosphere in the room."Boss! Trader X's headquarters is on fire! Everyone's dead," he reported, out of breath."What?!" Leon exclaimed. Trader X should have been captured alive to prove Napoli's involvement in the chaos.For some time, Ford had been investigating the sudden disappearance of prisoners during the police car accident.He had been tracking the prisoners and even visiting suspicious nightclubs.Finally, Ford discovered the existence of secret auctions f
Clark smiled slyly, knowing that Vennina would ultimately have to comply, even without an agreement. But he realized that making a deal would be more advantageous than confronting her head-on. Clark decided to offer a fair reward. "Don't you miss your freedom, Vennina?" Vennina fell silent momentarily, her eyes trying to decipher Clark's unpredictable expression. She had to find out if she could truly trust this man. "How can I know that you'll keep your promise?" Vennina pressed with a skeptical tone. Clark laughed with a cutting, sarcastic tone. After mocking Vennina to his satisfaction, he again stared at her with a demeaning expression. How could a prisoner like her doubt an offer of freedom like this? "You have no choice, Vennina. I can reveal all your secrets if you reject my offer. Isn't this the best opportunity you've ever had?" Vennina felt trapped. Clark's words were irrefutable. She realized how dangerous this man was. However, she still wanted to try negotiating fo
After feeling satisfied with every inch of Arren's body, Leon finally got up from the bed. He started sipping the tea that the servant had prepared. While waiting for Arren to wake up, Leon looked serious as he read the morning newspaper. His eyes stared intently at the headlines that made him snort in anger. Today's news was about a massive fire that had swept through Oldtown a few nights ago. Although the police investigation had concluded that the fire was due to an electrical fault, Leon felt that something was amiss. However, following Ford's advice, he had to stop suspecting Napoli. It was draining his energy. "Mmhh...," Arren wriggled. The girl finally opened her eyes. "Leon, you cheater!" she grumbled, her body still feeling weak from their previous activities. Leon merely smiled at his wife's scolding. He then poured hot tea for Arren, offering it to her attentively. "Drink up." Arren appreciated her husband's gesture. "Thank you," she said softly, sipping the tea
Arren was surprised to see Clark in the training room. However, his presence also piqued her curiosity. With hesitation, she reached out and took Clark's hand, rising to her feet. "What's going on?" Arren asked, trying to quell her curiosity. Clark smiled asymmetrically. His eyebrow raised slightly as Arren was slow to catch on to his intentions. "Our plan, Arren." Arren was taken aback. She didn't expect this conversation to come so quickly. Arren thought that the escape plan was still being formulated and wouldn't be executed anytime soon. Her feelings became uncertain. "Uh… Is it going to happen this soon?" she asked, uncertain. For some reason, Arren suddenly felt unprepared. She had just enjoyed a martial arts training session with Leon, which had been quite enjoyable, and she didn't want it to end so soon. "What do you mean by 'this soon'?" Clark retorted, clearly frustrated with Arren's apparent lack of enthusiasm for their mission. It seemed Clark's assumptions were c