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    “There’s no chance to linger on this now. I need to storm inside and make Zoey abandon her schemes against Rnd, and I must end every move she has set in motion,” Maia told herself.


    With that resolve, she dashed toward the towering gates of Wront Prison.


    Fear gripped her heart as the thought of sudden twists pushed her into reckless urgency.


    Her abrupt dash instantly drew the watchful eyes of the prison guards.


    To them, this woman was still far from the entrance. Even if she sprinted at full speed, it would take her at least two to three minutes.


    That small window of time gave them an advantage. The guards all raised their weapons with precision, preparing to fire at any moment.


    Flickers of the past haunted Maia’s steps, memories of Zoey taking her in reying like a broken film reel.


    Had Zoey not chosen her as a disciple, Maia was afraid she would have been swallowed by the merciless walls of the prison long ago.


    To Maia’s eyes, Zoey had always been both a mentor with an iron hand and a mother who demanded respect.


    Her fate would have been unremarkable without this woman’s intervention, and she would never have be the capable figure she was now.


    Few could have imagined that a prisoner, hardened by four long years, would reemerge as someone cloaked in countless identities, armed with diverse skills, and destined for triumph in many fields.


    Whispers often circled her, and people could not help but wonder. Out in the world, Maia was hailed as a genius. She certainly carried remarkable talent, picked things up faster than most, and never shied away from hardship.


    Still, pride never touched her heart. Maia had always remembered that it was Zoey who gave her courage and shaped her growth.


    Truthfully, talent alone could not have carried Maia this far. Without a guiding hand to pass on wisdom, perseverance would never have lifted her to the ce where she now stood.


    Every skill Maia held bore Zoey’s mark. Grueling lessons and merciless drills from her mentor honed those abilities, rescuing Maia from the broken girl in despair who had been deeply hurt by the Morgan family and giving her a new life.


    Through four long years of confinement, Maia hade to know Zoey more deeply than anyone else ever could.


    Even if she grasped only fragments, Maia still recognized the immense strength Zoey wielded and the glory she oncemanded.


    No matter how far she climbed, Maia believed the gulf between herself and Zoey remained wide. Zoey often called her the finest student, yet Maia could not see herself on the same level. After all, who could match Zoey? She controlled not only Wront Prison but stretched her influence far beyond its walls.


    To Maia, Zoey was the very definition of a genius. She was a dangerous woman cloaked in multiple identities, one who struck her enemies with merciless precision.


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