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Chapter 107

The night breeze was cool.

Cintail Mountain was much cooler than Johnsonville, and the cold wind on my face intensified the burning sensation from my injuries.

As I wiped the blood from my face, my hand became stained red. The breeze worsened my pain, causing waves of pain to shoot through my nerves. I reminded myself to conserve my strength and stay awake. I couldn't die like this, beaten by Max before I completed my plans.

Max panted, his expression sinister and dark. He kept pushing his tongue against his back teeth, causing his face to twitch. It reminded me of a killer in a famous crime movie—someone who appeared gentle but had a cold, twisted look while committing murder.

He rolled up his sleeves, squatted down, and forcefully grabbed my chin, making me meet his gaze.

Speaking slowly, he said, "Jen, couldn't you just accept my plan and drown in the pool? Huh? Why did you have to make things difficult for me? You used to be so understanding and obedient. Why do you have to pi
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