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    Chester quickly replied, “As long as you’re willing to let me go, I’ll agree to anything you want.” He leaned forward eagerly, fear etched across his face at the thought that Katelyn might change her mind.


    How could Katelyn not see the desperation in his eyes? A man like Chester feared nothing more than losing his own life.


    Katelyn remained seated in her chair, an air of casual indifference surrounding her. “The country you go to must be determined by me, and all your actions must be under my surveince. But you know, it’s fine if you reject those terms…”


    Before she could finish her ultimatum, Chester interrupted frantically, “I ept all that.”


    Being monitored was a small pricepared to the alternative. Besides, as long as he survived this ordeal, he could always find a way to slip awayter. The surveince was merely a temporary inconvenience.


    Katelyn, satisfied with his submission, gave a curt nod. “Alright, then I’ll let you go.”


    To Chester, those words felt like a royal pardon delivered from on high. He exhaled deeply, his shoulders sagging with relief as tension drained from his body.


    With a subtle nce from Katelyn, her men immediately stepped forward to untie Chester.


    At that moment, his body crumpled to the ground, a searing pain shooting through his left arm. He stared at the wounds, his heart filling with bitter resentment.


    Chester silently vowed that he wouldn’t let Katelyn walk away unscathed. As long as breath remained in his body, he would return someday to exact his revenge.


    Katelyn cast a cold, dismissive nce his way, noting the hatred burning in his eyes, but offered no furtherment. She made no move to hurry Chester’s departure.


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    Instead of rushing his departure, Katelyn turned to her subordinates with a measuredmand. “Bandage the wounds on his body first.”


    Katelyn pulled out a small bottle of medicinal powder from her pocket and handed it to her subordinates.


    Chester’s eyes widened in disbelief. He certainly hadn’t expected such a gesture from Katelyn—of all people.


    The subordinates epted the medicine with reverence, nodding respectfully. “Yes!”


    They approached Chester with purpose, opened the bottle, and sprinkled the powder directly onto his open wounds.


    Chester had braced himself for searing pain, but as the powder settled on his torn flesh, the agony mysteriously vanished. In its ce came a soothing coolness that spread through his injured tissue. The bleeding stopped instantly, as ifmanded to cease.


    Was Katelyn genuinely helping him? The realization sent conflicting emotions coursing through him. Chester, who moments ago had been plotting his revenge, now regarded Katelyn with confusion clouding his eyes.


    However, just then, the sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the silence from outside.


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