Chapter 0267

The moment the King of the North pounced, Amber felt hopelessness engulfed her whole.

Like a lamb awaiting slaughter, this disgusting old man approached her, his lecherous presence growing ever closer.

Then...

A tremendous shockwave echoed through the corridor outside the luxurious suite, causing the wooden door to reverberate. Even the ground trembled faintly.

The King of the North was about to pounce on Amber when he froze in his tracks. Swiftly, he turned, got off the bed, and re-fastened his loosened belt. He glanced at Amber and let out a low chuckle.

He casually slapped Amber, rendering her unconscious with a clear handprint on her face. He then briskly walked out of the suite door.

At the doorway of another suite in the corridor, Bella and the Three Envoys had just stepped out. Observing the dozens of figures in the corridor, Bella arched an eyebrow and chuckled softly. "I was wondering who it was. So it's you, the former underground leader of Ol' Mare, George Severn!"

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