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Knowing he wasn't present, her heart still felt a shockwave travelling right to its core, piercing through every layer, like an arrow released from a bow, ripping through the invisible air.
It's not an exaggeration to say that he was hailed as one of the most powerful men in the world, a man of such formidable prowess. The only reason why he was one of them was that apart from him, there was another, King, the Mercenary King, who was no less equal in power.
In Ida Chapman's eyes, only Caesar, the devil king, and the Mercenary King, could be considered as real men. They both commanded unequaled power that commanded the deepest respect. Only such powerful men could have the right to receive her utmost admiration, and even bring her to willingly disrobe.
Thinking of Caesar, Ida Chapman's thoughts inadvertently drifted back to the recent past.
In the Amazon jungle in South America, dawn descends with a strong sense of humidity surrounding the area.
