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... gly easy.”
There was no reply, but the man continued.
“Serina Melford. That’s a pretty name.”
How did he know my name?
Since when did this man start driving my carriage instead of the coachman?
Numerous questions raced through my mind.
“What did you do to my coachman?”
“Well… What did I do? I can’t remember.”
I looked at him with cold eyes.
There was a high probability that the horseman was not safe.
“What do you want from me?”
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