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... n slap caught Wren Sutton completely off guard. She didn’t have time to dodge, and a shockingly clear handprint was left on her face.
Wren Sutton endured the pain, her expression slowly turning cold. Her eyes, filled with a frosty chill, stared at the madwoman before her in silent fury.
Unnerved by the stare, Mrs. Marshall took a half step back.
’Damn it,’ she thought. ’Wren Sutton’s gaze is so intense. It has a hint of Adrian Lancaster in it—utterly chilling.’
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