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n“Claire, how are you doing?”

nThe man asked, his voice was careful as if he was afraid of scaring her.

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nClaire frowned and looked at him indifferently. “Do we know each other?”

nThe man took off his mask, revealing a stunningly handsome face.

nHis black hair was hanging down, his skin was fair, and underneath his delicate brow bones, his eyes were deep and dark. He slightly pursed his thin lips. A dark gleam flickered across his unfathomable eyes and the tear mole under his eyelids added a touch of wickedness to him.

nHe looked rebellious, awe-inspiring yet fatally attractive.

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nSpark slowly raised Claire’s chin and smiled. “Claire, do you know me now?”

nClaire’s gaze swept across his face emotionlessly. “No.”

n“You say it again!” The man suddenly held the back of her head and pulled her head close.

nHis eyes turned bloodshot as if he was about to tear her to pieces. “Look at my face. Tell me do you know me or not?!”

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nClaire tried to push the man’s chest away and looked away, refusing to look at him, her attitude firm. “I want to leave this place.”

nSpark leaned down to Claire’s ear and murmured in a cold voice. “Claire, you’re not going anywhere, you can only stay by my side.”

nThe man’s breath hit her ears, giving her a tickling itch. Claire shrank her shoulders to keep a distance from him and could no longer fight back her anger. “What the hell do you want to do? I said I don’t know you. I have a family, my mother is waiting for me at home!”

n“Then what about me?!” Spark cupped Claire’s face and his eyes gradually turned moist.

nLike an abandoned child, he shouted hysterically at her. “Claire, I have been waiting for you for three years! Why… why can’t you think of me? Huh?”

n“Did you get the wrong person?”

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nClaire didn’t know what he was talking about.

nThe man stared at her firmly, and a hot flame suddenly surged from the bottom of his deep dark eyes. He suddenly lowered his head, held her lips in his mouth, and rubbed them with his teeth.

nClaire’s pupils shrank, and she grabbed the knife behind her and stabbed the man mercilessly.

nSpark’s eyes darkened, and he deflected his body instantly, but the sharp blade still cut his arm.

nClaire took the opportunity to kick him away.

nShe shrank into the corner of the bed, held the knife in front of her, and said fiercely, “If you dare to touch me again, I will kill you!”

nThe man supported the edge of the bed with one hand and covered his arm with the other. Blood oozed from between his fingers, but he didn’t even frown. He just pursed his thin lips tightly. His eyes were bloodshot as if he was trying to restrain himself.

nAfter a moment of silence, Spark slowly lowered his head and said in a dumb voice, “Blood will stain you. I will come back after I clean myself up.”

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nWith that, he turned and left the room.

nClaire’s tense body finally relaxed, and she quickly rushed to the door, but as expected, the door was locked.

nShe ran to the floor-to-ceiling windows, only to find that it was a full dozen stories above the ground here.

nClaire looked at the curtains beside the bed and walked over quickly, trying to remove them with the knife.

nSuddenly, the door opened again.

nClaire immediately put away the knife.

nA maid walked into the room, placed the food on the table, and turned to leave.

n“Wait.” Claire stopped her.

nThe maid kept her head down, seemingly afraid to look at her.

nClaire asked her. “Where is this?”

nThe maid answered carefully. “This is the East Continent.”

nEast Continent?

nClaire’s heart sank rapidly.

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nEast Continent and West Continent were too far apart. How would she go back?

n“Who is the man in the mask?” Claire continued to question her.

n“He is the overlord of the entire East Continent, and we all call him… Emperor You.” When mentioning the name, the maid’s voice trembled.

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