Chapter 132 A REQUESTED FORMAL MEETING

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO

A REQUESTED FORMAL MEETING

VIOLET

I wiped the blood from the cut on my cheek with the back of my hand and kept walking. The east-wing corridor was already half-empty. Breakfast would be over. The good food would be gone. I did not care.

My arm still bled in a s...

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