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The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 1293
Macey shared her thoughts, “I find Ms. Harper to be quite nice, very different from Ms. Windham. It’s
my first time seeing a woman as carefree as her, much better than Ms. Samford, who kept bossing us
around the moment she arrived at the villa.”
Nancy sighed in agreement, “That’s true. Let’s be patient and see how things unfold. Since Mr. Turner
hasn’t returned our calls, let’s not alert him.”
Macey nodded in agreement.
The treatment they discussed involved an injection administered every three months, designed to
dissolve the clot. This duration could feel simultaneously lengthy and brief, depending on the
perspective.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe silence that typically enveloped Ventropolis Prison was occasionally pierced by nocturnal howls.
Within the confines of a fenced combat arena, Fred, bearing wounds, stepped down from the platform,
accepting a towel from his deputy warden. His attention then shifted to a man on the platform, now
motionless and bloody.
This grim policy of the prison offered victors a glimmer of freedom, while the defeated were doomed to
never leave the platform alive.
Fred, cleaning off the blood, inquired, ” Any news yet?”
The deputy warden, following behind, understood without asking that Fred was inquiring about a
specific person. ” Mr. Turner, it’s only been three days, and you’ve asked six times. If you’re really
concerned, why not fly there yourself? Besides, the matter you wanted to investigate seems to be
progressing there.”
Fred pondered, ‘Only three days?”
He discarded the towel, donned his black military uniform, and entered his office. The office’s chill
contrasted sharply with the warmth emanating from a drawing on the wall, Mya’s artwork from her visit.
Seated at his desk, Fred lit a cigar, adopting a relaxed posture as his deputy warden assisted with the
lighter. He then questioned, “Any calls from that end?”
The deputy warden reported, “The prison’s security systems had a malfunction, revealing an escape
attempt. Fortunately, it was thwarted in time, and the culprits have been captured and executed.”
Fred was momentarily haunted by Mya’s voice, reminiscing, “Fred, I drew a little person for you. Does it
look like me? And do you see this next to it? This ugly, rotten black mushroom is you, just as dark as
your face.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe memory felt like an auditory illusion. The deputy warden, noticing Fred’s fixed gaze on the drawing,
realized the significance it held for him over the days.
Yet, Fred’s fascination with Mya seemed a mere whim, paling in comparison to Ava’s charm from the
deputy warden’s point of view.
“The chairman of the Marisburg Chamber of Commerce wishes to invite you for a meal at Supreme
World. Should I decline?”
“Fred, where are you going?” Ava’s voice filled the room, her presence irresistibly alluring.
The deputy warden, avoiding Ava’s gaze, promptly excused himself.
Ava, positioning herself on Fred’s lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, voiced her complaint
with a beautiful pout. “Fred, someone kept on calling you today. It was so bothersome, I simply
disconnected the phone line.”
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