Chapter 1095
As her thoughts wandered, Mane York's voice resounded, "We met the other day, I remember you, you're Grim's friend."
Grim.
The moment she heard this name, Chloe Collins suddenly recalled Alexander Foster's masked identity in the Dark Alliance. A mix of red, black, and white, his face was terrifying, indeed resembling a grim reaper.
"I was too busy in the lab to participate in the military training, what's your excuse?" she asked.
"Personal reasons."
Chloe Collins continued to stare straight ahead, embodying an air of disinterest in small talk.
However——
"That's not an answer. Of course, it's personal affairs, but what kind of personal affairs?"
Mane York's gaze was filled with curiosity; it seemed as if she could not wait to pry open Chloe Collins' brain to see what she was thinking.
Chloe leaned back against her chair, her eyes laden with a mix of apathy and fatigue as she stared at the team walking towards the podium. Silence ensued.
