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No joke

Agatha remembered the intel she received from Paul last night and sighed. The terrible helplessness she felt that day coming back to her again.

Paul told her, a few of their men had encountered the woman this Saturday midnight, with around five mercenaries found dead. She mourned for the five men and once again blamed her weakness which led to this tragedy.

25 people already died. Maybe more.

Agatha reflected and realized, if she only was stronger, then Maurice would have been incapacitated or dead by now. There wouldn't be any more unwelcomed deaths.

How she hated that she didn't plan more and laid out countermeasures against the woman. There were so many 'what ifs' in her brain and the more unanswered questions surfaced in her mind, the more she blamed herself.

Tonight, she went out and strolled the main road of Central Alina. A minute later, she was already marching into a huge residence, the several maids and male servants of the mansion ignored her and acted like they didn't
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