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... ing echoed from above, followed by a warm gush of blood that splashed onto Oliver Gordon’s body.
He was drenched and dumbfounded.
A slender figure leapt from above, hooked its long leg and kicked the torn mutated dog up onto another extremely tall tree.
It landed gracefully.
"Little Chloe, how come you always run into these things?"
The man’s low magnetic charming voice carried a smile, and his dazzling good looks were bewitching.
"*Swoosh!*"
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