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"Lola, I can prolong your life"

"Caesar refrained from taking painkillers."

"Lola enjoyed five succulent oranges."

Unclear if it was the energy of spring awakening around her, but the gunshot wound on Lola's shoulder began to itch subtly, akin to young grass buds pushing through the soil, an itch almost unbearable. She found solace in crisp, sweet, refreshing fruits, recently favoring oranges, but she detested peeling them herself—it would harm her newly manicured, beautiful nails.

Lola's nails were moderate in length, not a hindrance to her shooting. Adorning them were images of the charming Peppa Pig family, while Emilia's boasted a pack of big bad wolves.

Caesar ridiculed their nails as kindergarten craft, even as he tossed peeled oranges to Lola—she devoured half in one bite, her way of eating an impressive sight.

Caesar had long abandoned any expectations of ladylike behavior from Lola.

From Salleri's mansion to the airport, then to Caesar's private airfield, Lola was constantly yawning, fighting off fatigu
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