Holding her shot hand, Mavis vented her fury through a vehement curse.


    “Bruce, you despicable bastard. I’ve never crossed you. So why the hell did you order yourckeys to


    apprehend me?”


    Bruce’s brow furrowed as he inquired, “So, you’re here to seek retribution because I had you


    detained?”


    “Yes, and you’reing with me. Han now thinks I betrayed Marcus’s secret to your people. But I


    never uttered a word. You need to set the record straight with him.”


    A smirk danced upon Bruce’s lips as he posed a few more queries, piecing together the situation.


    As it unraveled, it became apparent that Mavis had developed feelings for Han. However, her


    capture by Bruce, coupled with Bruce’s attack on Marcus, had ced Derek in jeopardy. Consequently,


    Han presumed Mavis divulged Marcus’s injury, triggering the attack on Marcus.


    Frankly, Bruce found her audacity admirable. How could she dare hold affection for someone like


    Han? Youth was synonymous with fearlessness.


    And beyond that, she had exhibited unparalleled courage by infiltrating his ndestine stronghold.


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    Yet Mavis was puzzled as to how she knew the existence of hidden assassin lurking within the


    bedroom.


    Even without the assassin taking any action, he discerned the rhythm of approaching footsteps.


    Intrigued, he remained stationary, intent on observing Mavis’s forting actions.


    The gunshot wound inflicted upon Mavis caused her unbearable agony, threatening to plunge her into


    unconsciousness.


    “It’s excruciating. Get me a doctor,” she pleaded.


    Bruce lifted her chin, his gaze unyielding.


    “Fetch a doctor for you?


    Fat chance. Given that you’re here, elucidate Marcus’s condition for me.”


    Abruptly, panic surged within Mavis. She hade into danger of her own ord.


    Nheless, she maintained her unyielding demeanor. Regardless of the circumstances, she


    remained resolute in her decision not to disclose any information to him.


    “I won’t say a word. Just end me. I was well aware of the risks when I embarked on this.”


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    Bruce cast the knife aside, drew a gun from beneath the pillow, pressed it against her neck, and arched


    an eyebrow.


    “Does the specter of death truly fail to faze you?”


    Mavis kept her lips sealed, shutting her eyes in readiness to face her demise.


    After assessing Mavis’s resolve, Bruce nonchntly holstered his gun, summoned a doctor to extract


    the bullet, and tended to her wound.


    Concurrently, he secured a rope around her hands, rendering her mobility limited in his presence.


    Following a period of rest within the confines of the base, Bruce’s injuries had substantially healed.


    Restlessness got the better of him, and he decided to venture outside, apanied by Mavis. Given


    her prominent status in Preagend society, it appeared courteous to offer her some fresh air.