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“They’ve found our location, and they are targeting me,” Marcus explained.

“Tomorrow morning, I’ll need you to inspect beneath my car.”

“Of course, sir,” Trenton replied, his resolve hardening.

Clenching his fists with determination, he continued, “Mr. Thomas, please try to get some rest now. I’ll stand guard at the door, daring them to return. I want them to come back so I can apply what I learned in military school.”

Back in his room, Marcus securely latched the window once more, then reclined on the bed, his gaze directed upwards at the ceiling. It was becoming increasingly evident that this visit to Peach Town would not be characterized by serenity.

He reached for his phone and uncovered a photograph of Millie, taken during their previous resort trip. In the image, she stood amidst a field of vibrant flowers, her head tilted and a victory sign held high, an image of youthful energy. As he gazed at the photo, a subtle, wistful smile graced his Lips.

The following morning, the members of the Thomas Group gathered in the canteen for breakfast.

Lily nibbled on her bread, her attention drawn to Shera, who was sporting a skirt and a bandage on her knee.

“Shera, did you hurt your knee last night?” Lily inquired.

Shera responded with an air of indifference, “Yes, I had a little accident.”

Intriguingly, her gaze darted toward Marcus, a prominent presence even when he was apparently doing nothing.

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Shera had not expected Marcus’s unreactive demeanor upon glimpsing the intimate photos of Millie with another man.

The emotional blow was palpable, and it left her in a state of disconcerted uncertainty.

Amidst the breakfast chatter, Lily suddenly posed a personal question.

“Shera, may I ask you something?”

Shera, savoring a mouthful of porridge, replied casually, “Sure, what is it?” Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Lily’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“Do you have a boyfriend? You’re incredibly beautiful, so I imagine you must have a boyfriend.”

Shera’s response was concise.

“No, I don’t.”

Lily, ever the matchmaking enthusiast, seized the moment and retrieved her phone, displaying a photo. She hoped to get Shera matched.

“Shera, take a look at this young man. He’s my cousin, who returned after studying abroad and now manages his own tech company. I think the two of you would make a great couple. Would you like me to set you up?”

Shera felt an instant surge of irritation. The notion of needing someone to set her up with a man was irksome. Lily’s eagerness to play matchmaker seemed rather meddlesome.

Shera, with a courteous but definitive tone, responded, “No, thank you. Right now, I’m focusing on my work.”