Chapter 253 The puppetmaker

Cynthia’s POV

I stand by the tall window, arms folded, imagining the smoke still lingering in the air. In my mind, the fire is fresh, the chaos still burning. A smug smile tugs at my lips. For once, everything feels still. Like victory.

But the moment shatters.

The door bursts open, slamming agai...

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