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... he was doomed, a delicate hand suddenly grabbed the knife handle, stopping the blade just a millimeter away from him.
Summer Monroe bent her elbow, pressing the long knife against the man’s neck, and spoke in a voice devoid of warmth, "Whose death day did you say it was today?"
The man trembled all over, his lips pale as he stammered, "It’s my death day... oh no... b-boss, I was wrong, please spare me."
A newly awakened Ronan Kingston had countless question marks pop up ...
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