Chapter 147 Protecting the Weak

"Zachary, put me down. What do you think you're doing?"

Quinley thrashed in his grip, panic flooding her system. But Zachary held firm, refusing to let go. Her palms slapped uselessly against his chest as his strides only quickened.

"Cindy, you've been working all day. Just rest for a bit. This m...

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