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... ross her left cheek. She was too shocked and too hurt to even move.

"I will not let you do that again." He said coldly. "Lock her in this house. She can't go out." She told everyone. Butler Jim approached Wendy with an ice bag while Kennedy spoke with people to do something about the upcoming problem.

"Let's go." Butler Jim said softly and escorted her.

Kennedy exhaled slowly and he turned to the female leader of The Serpent who suggested doing it. But they need a sum of ...

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