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    Without granting An the courtesy of a response, she swept past him with imperial authority, her fingers finding Elliana’s hand as they advanced toward the spa like queens approaching their pce.


    An remained frozen in the aftermath of her hurricane. This woman didn’t merely speak with directness—shemanded reality itself, reshaping circumstances through sheer force of will, transforming even extortion into an art form.


    Manley had observed the entire spectacle from the sidelines like a theater patron enjoying premium entertainment. Once Adah had imed Elliana as her prize and departed, he approached with a grin that threatened to split his face. “An, that woman just scorched the earth beneath your feet. Did she leave you speechless?”


    An grinned. “Fascinating beyond measure…”


    Manley’s attention tracked the women’s retreat. “Herpanion possesses an ethereal quality—that slender silhouette and waist-length hair suggest angelic purity. Unfortunate that her face remained hidden. I wonder what treasures lie beneath that hat.”


    “Your curiosity burns bright?” An inquired.


    Manley’s chuckle held wicked anticipation. “Like a me consuming dry timber.”


    An began walking toward the spa entrance. “Then let’s unveil these mysteries firsthand.”


    When the two men prated the lobby’s sanctuary, their quarry had already vanished into the building’s depths.


    An approached the reception desk like a hunter tracking prey, learning that the women had secured a deluxe suite and disappeared into its private realm.


    Though An and Manley had originally intended nothing more than therapeutic hot spring indulgence, the possibility of the women’s escape nowmanded theirplete attention. They imed a strategic booth, nursing their beverages while maintaining vignt watch.


    Their chosen fortress provided perfect surveince of the lobby while rendering them invisible to casual observation.


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    Elliana and Adah remained ignorant of their watchers’ presence. Within their private sanctuary, conversation flowed as freely as the heated waters that embraced their bodies.


    Adah’s voice carried frustration like poison. “I had envisioned perfect rxation for both of us, but running into An has contaminated everything. Lingering here invites awkward encounters that could shatter our peace. Let’s soak for a bit and then leave to find another ce for fun.”


    “Sounds good,” Elliana agreed. She didn’t want to run into An and Manley, who could unravel her carefully maintained disguise.


    Thirty minutes marked the extent of their aquatic therapy. When Elliana emerged, her artificial ugliness had dissolvedpletely, reced by a pristine white dress that transformed her into something celestial. Her movements created poetry—long hair and flowing fabric dancing together like captured moonbeams.


    Adah had abandoned her crimson leather armor for an elegant gown, though she maintained her signature scarlet like a warrior’s banner.


    Hand in hand, they crossed the lobby toward freedom.


    An and Manley, concealed within their booth like predators in tall grass, absorbed every detail as their targets glided past the revolving door and vanished into the world beyond.


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