NovelEnglishHolding her shot hand, Mavis vented her fury through a vehement curse.
“Bruce, you despicable bastard. I’ve never crossed you. So why the hell did you order your lackeys to apprehend me?”
Bruce’s brow furrowed as he inquired, “So, you’re here to seek retribution because I had you detained?”
“Yes, and you’re coming with me. Harlan now thinks I betrayed Marcus’s secret to your people. But I never uttered a word. You need to set the record straight with him.”
A smirk danced upon Bruce’s lips as he posed a few more queries, piecing together the situation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs it unraveled, it becapparent that Mavis had developed feelings for Harlan. However, her capture by Bruce, coupled with Bruce’s attack on Marcus, had placed Derek in jeopardy. Consequently, Harlan presumed Mavis divulged Marcus’s injury, triggering the attack on Marcus.
Frankly, Bruce found her audacity admirable. How could she dare hold affection for someone like Harlan? Youth was synonymous with fearlessness.
And beyond that, she had exhibited unparalleled courage by infiltrating his clandestine stronghold.
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Yet Mavis was puzzled as to how she knew the existence of hidden assassin lurking within the bedroom.
Even without the assassin taking any action, he discerned the rhythm of approaching footsteps. Intrigued, he remained stationary, intent on observing Mavis’s forthcoming actions.
The gunshot wound inflicted upon Mavis caused her unbearable agony, threatening to plunge her into unconsciousness.
“It’s excruciating. Geta doctor,” she pleaded.
Bruce lifted her chin, his gaze unyielding.
“Fetch a doctor for you?
Fat chance. Given that you’re here, elucidate Marcus’s condition for me.”
Abruptly, panic surged within Mavis. She had cinto danger of her own accord.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNonetheless, she maintained her unyielding demeanor. Regardless of the circumstances, she remained resolute in her decision not to disclose any information to him.
“I won’t say a word. Just end me. I was well aware of the risks when I embarked on this.”
Bruce cast the knife aside, drew a gun from beneath the pillow, pressed it against her neck, and arched an eyebrow.
“Does the specter of death truly fail to faze you?”
Mavis kept her lips sealed, shutting her eyes in readiness to face her demise.
After assessing Mavis’s resolve, Bruce nonchalantly holstered his gun, summoned a doctor to extract the bullet, and tended to her wound.
Concurrently, he secured a rope around her hands, rendering her mobility limited in his presence.
Following a period of rest within the confines of the base, Bruce’s injuries had substantially healed. Restlessness got the better of him, and he decided to venture outside, accompanied by Mavis. Given her prominent status in Preagend society, it appeared courteous to offer her sfresh air.
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