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... ew Saxon’s old wounds hadn’t yet healed, and now he bore fresh marks.
The bright red scratches were glaring, as if reminding him what had just transpired.
Scarlett Yates’ last mutterings had only added fuel to the fire, provoking his anger further.
He stood by the bathtub, his face somber, his gaze cold, "Very good, your courage is growing."
She snorted coldly, "That’s thanks to you, Young Master."
Her hands were tightly bound, tied behind her back, and so ...
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