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At just a month into the organization, she found herself facing a ferocious, fully grown white tiger–one injected with some kind of stimulant, making it even more aggressive.
In that place, there was no room for choice. Regardless of willingness or age, every command from the instructors had to be followed without question.
In that brutal encounter, Suzy had nearly become the tiger’s dinner. But just as she was at the edge of death, Claude appeared, disregarding his own safety to pull her from the jaws of the beast. He was the one who stayed by her side, enduring the inhumane training alongside her.
Suzy would never forget his words, “Don’t be afraid; I’m here.”
She couldn’t imagine surviving those harsh years without his support.
Claude had been her light in the darkest times.
Now, tears fell even harder as she whispered, “From this moment on, I have no brother none.”
Her guiding light was gone, leaving her world to slip back into darkness.
There would be no one to gently ruffle her hair or call her “sister” with that same warmth
and affection.
And all of this–this loss–was because of Dylan.
“Dylan Wright…” she spat his name, venom filling her gaze as a cold fury began to build
within her.
At Bayview Heights.
Dylan had just returned from the family estate.
Opening the door, he was met with the usual, oppressive silence.
Yet his mind replayed another scene…
“Dylan, you’re back! I’ve drawn your bath. Do you want to eat first or wash up?”
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“Dylan, today’s apples are really sweet. Would you like one? I can slice it up for you.”
“Dylan, I’ve been practicing a new recipe. How about I bring you lunch tomorrow?”
“Dylan…”
She used to call him with such warmth, never coldly addressing him by his full name as she
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did now.
Once,
her world had revolved entirely around him.
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She had never looked at him with the impatience he saw now in her ey
eyes.
Back then, if he was at Bayview Heights, she’d follow him around like a shadow, never straying more than a step away–even when he snapped at her out of frustration. She would just smile and stay close.
The more he compared the past to the present, the more unsettled he felt–especially remembering her recent words, “If anything happens to Claude, I won’t hesitate to make you pay.”
It was clear that Claude’s place in her heart now outweighed his own. But what stung even more was her immediate suspicion, reserved solely for him.
Being so deeply misunderstood–was this what she’d felt when he doubted her all those years?
His jaw tightened as he took out his phone, glancing down at her number.
He had quietly retrieved her new contact from Desmond long ago, though he’d never had the nerve to call.
Just as he was about to press “dial,” the door was kicked open, slamming against the wall.
He looked up to see her, fierce and deadly, radiating an aura of sheer vengeance.
A blade glinted in her hand, its edge catching the light, mirroring the icy steel in her eyes.
Step by step, she advanced toward him, her presence as dark and foreboding as a reaper.
“Dylan Wright,” she said, her voice cold and sharp, “I told you, if anything happened to Claude, you’d be the one to pay.”
With that, she surged forward, almost running toward him, the knife aimed with deadly
intent.
Watching her close the distance, he stayed rooted in place, not moving an inch. He wanted to see if she’d truly go through with it–if she’d actually kill him for Claude.
