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Work?
Which kind of work drives him to this point? What kind of work makes you come with so many injuries? What kind of work gets him stabbed? And he wasn’t even bothered, an evidence that it was not the first time.
Knife wounds and bullet wounds, his body seemed to have scars of different sources, each with varying degrees of depth.
“Work? That tells me nothing.” I replied, frowning.
Normally, I wouldn’t interfere in his matters, opting to keep my curiosity to myself. But today, I wanted an answer, even if it’s not everything.
Malrick leaned back slightly before replying, “It’s something I had to handle personally, but not something you should worry yourself about.”
Still, he remained tight-lipped about it. Surely, he must have told Rosaline, right? But because I wasn’t as imp
