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He suddenly turned to Maya. “I asked you if you’d been to Miller’s Creek Village? Why did you admit it?”
Eighteen years old, Miller’s Creek Village?
These two keywords struck like thunder, jogging some of my memories.
I abruptly looked up.
This handsome, sinister face gradually overlapped with the bruised and swollen hiker from my memories.
That year, heavy rain triggered a landslide. The “pig–faced man” I dragged out of the mudslide, was actually…
“Well, I did go there,” Maya weakly defended herself. “And I stayed there for half a month, for my art project.”
I thought to myself, she wasn’t lying.
That year, she and her classmates came for an art project. Her classmate saw me washing clothes by the creek and mistook me for a lost Maya.
That’s how our twin identities were revealed.
At that moment, Julian Thorne suddenly realized a terrifying truth.
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At that moment, Julian Thorne suddenly realized a terrifying truth.
Two lifetimes, and he had personally pushed his savior into hell, then personally given her away to someone else.
How ironic. The person he wanted most, he had utterly destroyed with the most brutal methods.
As the chains on me clattered to the floor, Julian Thorne slowly bent his knees.
This man, who had always been so high and mighty, prostrated himself before me, inch by inch, his forehead resting on
my toes.
“I’m sorry…” His trembling fingers wanted to touch the bruises on my wrist but dared not. “I was blind… I mistook the wrong person…”
Maya shrieked and tried to pull him up, but he flung her away.
He looked up at me, saying each word distinctly, “From this moment on, I will never let you suffer another grievance. I will make up for everything I’ve done wrong.”
Before he finished speaking, Liam Blackwood’s voice came from behind him. “I’ll take care of my own wife. Brother, you just take care of your own wife and make sure she doesn’t bother us anymore.”
When I saw Liam Blackwood appear, my tense shoulders finally relaxed.
The memories of being tormented by Julian Thorne in my past life were too vivid.
Since the wedding, my earrings, bracelets, and even my hairpins had hidden micro–locators, constantly sending out distress signals to Liam Blackwood.
Julian Thorne was still kneeling on the floor, his fingers tightly clutching the iron chain that had once bound me.
Liam Blackwood strode over, crouching in front of me. “It’s okay now.”
He scooped me up and headed for the door. Julian Thorne lunged to block our path, but Liam Blackwood ran straight into him, knocking him aside.
“Brother,” Liam Blackwood pulled me closer into his arms. “Brother, you can’t always try to steal my people, can you? This time, I left everything you wanted for you. It’s just a shame your taste is so bad, that you actually like a black–hearted
‘white lotus“,”
Julian Thorne understood the implication, and took a step back, looking at him in shock.
This was him revealing his identity as a reborn individual.
One basement, four reborn people.
It really was a tangled mess.
As soon as we exited the villa, I struggled to get down.
Liam Blackwood tightened his arms. “Don’t move.“”
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Sweat beaded on his forehead, his left leg trembled slightly, but he stubbornly refused to let go.
