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... covered from fatigue and restored magic power, Turan confirmed only one or two servants were awake keeping night watch in the mansion and immediately began exploring.

Naturally the target was Kadram’s study.

If there’s a place in a house where personal secrets are easiest to find, it would be where various documents are gathered.

Fortunately he didn’t need to search through the quite large mansion one by one to find this, as he could sense one room in the corner of the se ...

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

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