CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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Third Person POV

The woman with King removed the hand anchor on him and slowly approached Mystie's place.

Cyver turned off the T.V and get up.

"Blythe easy." Cyver's harvest is amazing.

Mystie also stood up, her forehead furrowed, her gaze focused only on the woman.

"Who are you?" Bythe repeats, his chest begins to rise and fall in anger.

"Tsk! Why would I answer you?" Mystie's promise is also serious.

their gaze was so intense that even the two men beside them can't make any noise, it's like when they do, a war would begin.

"Huh! Your courage ah?" Blythe's answer was also furious.

Mystie just...