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“It’s not mine…”

Marcus took a look at the object and noticed the red signal light was still flashing.

His expression took a sudden turn for the worse.

Shera was utterly flustered, her legs giving way beneath her. What on earth was happening? She hadn’t brought it with her.

She had been entirely convinced it was on Millie. Damn it! Why had the tracker ended up on her, for real?

“You’re quite confident, asserting it wasn’t you?”

“It truly isn’t mine. You have to believe me.”

Marcus handed it over to Trenton, saying, “Dispose of it immediately.”

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Trenton took a different path, found a suitable spot, placed the tracker on the ground, covered it with leaves, and then returned.

Marcus extended his hand to pull Millie, saying, “We need to go.”

Casting a brief glance at the still perplexed Shera, Trenton inquired of Marcus, “What do we do with her?”

“Let her live for now. But if she dares to persist, she’ll be in grave danger.”

Millie looked at Shera with indifference, finding it hard to muster any sympathy for her.

Shera hesitated to pursue it further and take any risks with her life. Over time, she came to the realization that it was likely Ryan who planted the tracker in her bag when he invited her to the park.

Through gritted teeth, Shera uttered his name. “Ryan.”

However, nobody would believe her anymore.

Marcus and the rest of the group pressed on for a while, but Millie’s stomach pain intensified. The agony caused her entire forehead to be drenched in sweat, and her legs started to shake.

Why did the pain intensify after she had fallen?

Suddenly, she felt moisture in her lower body.

Was it her period?

She hadn’t brought any supplies with her. What could she do now? She felt overwhelmed. The thought of Marcus and Trenton seeing her bloodied pants was too embarrassing for her. It would be hard to face them in the future.

Millie’s pace grew increasingly sluggish, and her expression became more peculiar. The pain in her belly drained the color from her face.

Seeing her condition, Marcus instructed Trenton, who was leading the way, to halt and gaze at Millie with concern.

“Are you feeling unwell? I can give you a lift.”