"Don't cry," Mr. Eugen said, feeling a bit uncertain when he saw my tears. "Okay, if you want to go, I won't stop you, but I can't let you go alone. I'll escort you back." After saying that, he released his grip on me. Then he took out his phone and made a call. Soon, a black Range Rover was driven out of the garage, and a guard got out of the car and said, "Alpha, ready." Mr. Eugen nodded. "You go back." Afterwards, he opened the passenger door and said, "Get in the car, I'll take you back." "No, I don't need it, can't you hear me? I don't need it!" I exclaimed angrily. Mr. Eugen sighed weakly. I was too agitated today, and it seemed like I was being non-cooperative. Without saying a word, he simply picked me up and stuffed me into the car. Mr. Eugen himself propped up the car hood, flipped over to the other side, and immediately sat in the driver's seat. By this time, I had already pushed open the
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