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XIX (Part II)
Good thing that Harris is not that far away from me because when I open the door to attack the chef, he immediately drags me back into our hiding spot and keeps me from exposing our safety. After all, we don’t have any weapon with us, unlike the enemy. The well-polished knives are located behind him while he’s facing us. Any attempt to attack him without any proper plan is just suicide.
“Amy, what do you think you are doing? Are you trying to expose us up?” he whispers to me as he continues to look outside. I'm still amazed how the chef has not noticed us yet.
The chef has not noticed us yet. How?
“Are you really going to be the one who’s going to stop me, Harris?! I thought you would understand,” I whisper with gritted teeth but he ignores me as
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