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Chapter 197 - 198: Don’t Kill Him
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... torted as soap foamed out of his nostrils and mouth. His legs kicked wildly, arms flailing uselessly as Cyrus’s thick, scaly tail held him firm like a massive vine strangling a fat rabbit.
But Isabella?
She was calm. Composed. A tiny smirk tugged at her lips as she faced the crowd of wide-eyed women. Some were clasping their hands in front of their mouths. Others looked like they were holding back giggles. A few were nodding like this was the best breakfast entertainment they’d h ...
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