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Chapter 921 We Have All Been Calculated

"Thessaly? Yeah, Thessaly!"

Penelope bolted out of the room, nearly tripping several times but never slowing down.

She rushed next door and stood at the entrance.

Thessaly was huddled on the bed, clutching a blanket, trembling all over. Her hair fell over her shoulders, but her exposed skin was ...