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Chapter 93 The assassins (Part-1)

Vivian’s POV…

"Vivian, wake up…"

Someone calls me and shakes my shoulder. The voice sounds low and hoarse. I'm not sure who it is or what they want. I am a bit annoyed.

"Um…" I groan, wincing.

"Vivian, please wake up..." the voice begs, sounding more insistent this time.

I just want to sleep. What is the problem with the people? Can’t they simply leave me alone?

I swear I will beat whoever is disturbing me. My forehead creases as I try to open my eyes. But they feel heavy, like there are weights attached to my eyelashes, preventing me from lifting them.

I try to respond, but my throat feels dry and scratchy. All I can manage is a weak "um."

"Vivian…" This time, the voice sounds louder than before.

I gradually realize that it's George who is trying to wake me up. My mind starts to piece together fragments of memory—masked men, fear, my children, George's rescue. Panic rises within me, and I jolt awake, my heart pounding in my chest.

Before I can catch my breath, he pulls me into his ar
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