Chapter Eighty-Seven: Dolor's Grief

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Boris returned inside the mansion where Ms. Dolor is waiting for him outside. Physically tired of running, he headed towards the kitchen and grab a glass, then opened the fridge to get a pitcher of cold water. He immediately poured the cold water into his glass. He was thirsty that he finished drinking it without stopping. Likewise, he poured another one to quench his thirst. When he finally satisfied, he went back to the sala and talk to Ms. Dolor. “I'm sorry, Ms. Dolor. Conrad escaped with young master,” he started the conversation with a look of disappointment, bowing in front of her. “That's all right, Boris. He won't do anything stupid with her,” she replied. He also saw a mix of disappointment and despair in her eyes, but she tried to hide it from him. Furthermore, he sat besid

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