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Chapter 247 So Blindly Protective, It’s Inhuman

Under the flickering candlelight.

A woman who looked bald at first glance—thanks to the skin-colored wig sticking to her sweaty forehead—had a sharp dagger pressed right against her neck. The thin blade gleamed coldly.

She didn’t dare move. Even her breathing had gone shallow.

Julian Archer lowered ...