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Bishop Fole's eyes were filled with confusion, disbelief, shock. He didn't understand why Marvin would appear here.
The speech just now...
Had he heard everything?
To slander someone in front of the person himself, even with Bishop Fole's thick skin, he felt his cheeks slightly heating up, struggling to bear it.
It was like poisoning someone's wine intending to kill, then turning around to see the person standing right behind you...
Even the stoutest of hearts would skip a beat.
Seeing that Bishop Fole had noticed him, Marvin no longer pretended. In fact, he had never concealed his identity from the start; it was just that Bishop Fole himself, due to his age and failing eyesight, had not recognized him immediately.
Who's to blame?
Anyway, Marvin felt he wasn't wrong.
