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Red Griffin Castle.
The candlelight flickered in the study.
In front of the heavy oak desk, a stunningly beautiful woman exuded an air of maturity as she reclined on the chair, flipping through the parchment letters scattered on the desk with one hand.
Her long hair cascaded like a waterfall, the deep brown strands shimmering softly under the candlelight.
The dark red dress outlined her graceful figure, the curve of her chest rising slightly with each breath.
Her features were not extraordinarily beautiful, yet she possessed a soul-stirring charisma.
This woman was none other than Susan, Avril's stepmother.
At this moment, Susan's brow furrowed slightly, anger simmering in her beautiful eyes as she stared at the captain of the spies kneeling on the ground.
"Tell me, what does 'disappeared' mean?"
Susan's voice was deep, tinged with impatience.
The captain of the spies kept his head lowered, sweat glistening on his forehead.
