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The night at the De Santos Mansion was so quiet. The clock in Giselle’s room showed a little past eleven. The girl had just finished cleaning her face, then walked toward the bed. Her hair was left loose, her nightgown hung loosely on her shoulders.

“Oh God… I’m so tired today,” she muttered softly. She pulled the blanket and was about to lie down.

But just as her body touched the mattress, a loud noise suddenly rang out. BRAK! Her door was kicked open from the outside.

“AAHH!” Giselle jolted, her body upright again. Her round eyes widened when she saw who was standing at the doorway.

Leon.

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