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    Elena inclined her head in subtle agreement.


    Alistair moved to apany Elena, but Tinsley firmly held him back.


    Returning to her quarters, Elena swiftly changed clothes, tucking a gun into her waistband. As she nudged the door open, a teasing voice rang out. “Looking for me already?”


    Eyes narrowing, Elena spotted Earle casually leaning against the wall, azy smile gracing his lips.


    She wasted no breath, lunging fiercely. Her punch shot straight toward his jaw, but Earle deftly seized her wrist, yanking her inside the room and mming the door shut.


    Elena’s eyes glinted coldly as she twisted free and aimed for his throat. Chaos erupted as they shed violently, neither willing to yield.


    Excitement danced vividly in Earle’s emerald eyes as the fight intensified.


    Bang! A table toppled.


    Crash! A cup shattered.


    Ten minutester, Earle pressed Elena against the closed door, his voice dripping with mockery. “Had enough yet?”


    Defiant, Elena swung a savage kick at his groin, forcing him to dodge defensively.


    Neither could gain the upper hand; neither could overpower the other.


    Elena shifted slightly, and Earle anticipated her next move, swiftly drawing his pistol.


    “Since neither of us can win, why not call a truce for now?” he suggested.


    Holding her gun, Elena red back, her expression fierce but practical, recognizing the truth in his words. There was no way she could eliminate Earle right now, and picking another fight would only drain precious minutes. Her mission in Yoswye centered on finding Wesley, not wasting energy shing with Earle.


    Lowering her weapon with a cold, unwavering stare, Elena asked, “Why are you here?” The timing was far too perfect. In her mind, the odds that Wesley’s disappearance involved Earle shot up.


    Noticing she’d backed down, Earle’s grin shifted, taking on a genuine edge. With a knowing arch of his brow, he replied, “Surprised? Hasn’t my dear sister told you? I’m part of a royal family here, with the name of Torin Duncan.”


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    Elena’s frown deepened. The realization struck hard—Earle had already embedded himself deep in Yoswye’s power structure.


    iming a spotless chair, Earle lounged with practiced ease, legs crossed, looking worlds away from their recent fight. His tone was easy, almost yful. “So, you’re the Healer, huh? You never fail to surprise me whenever we meet.”


    He was genuinely taken aback. She was not just a top hacker, not merely an enigmatic…


    novelist, but also the elusive Healer. Her aliases stacked up, making him wonder whether any more secrets remained hidden from him.


    With a scornful twist of her lips, Elena remarked, “Next time, I’ll be the one taking your head.”


    Not a hint of anger showed on Earle’s face. Instead, he broke into a wide grin. “You know, people say uttering half-hearted harsh words means you care. Since you’re trying this hard to kill me, you must be madly in love with me.”


    Elena gave him a withering look, rolling her eyes. He really had no shame at all.


    Watching her irritation, Earle broke intoughter, his shoulders shaking with amusement and his smile growing even broader.


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