Twenty Four
“We are glad that you’ve changed your mind and you’ve decided to finally join us, Miss Chiara,” Gaea said with a courteous smile. Chiara looked at the three women sitting in front of her—the exact same women who had come to the Dupin Mansion all those days ago. They wore the same crystals, exuded the same auras, and looked at Chiara the same way—as if she was some kind of deity that held the keys to tomorrow. The only difference was that this time, Chiara was in their territory, and she could no longer kick them out when they cross the line. It was her that needed their help. It was her that sought them out, and she knew they were well aware of that fact. So, without mincing her words, Chiara replied, “I didn’t really have a choice,” because she really didn’t. “Of course,” Gaea nodded,
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