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Ya Chen was paralyzed from the waist down, but his hands were still very agile. He picked up the laurel wreath and carefully placed it on her head, whispering by her ear, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."
Then, with the support of his bodyguards and servants, he sat back in his wheelchair and took Jiayi's hand.
Jiayi felt like a marionette on strings, pressured by Xuan Yu's threatening gaze on the left and Ya Chen's tender approach on the right.
Without her own thoughts, she was slowly led by Ya Chen to the center.
*——*
Meanwhile.
Outside the castle's grand gate.
In the night, a line of black Lamborghinis, like domineering lords of the skies, roared along the winding roads unique to S Country from afar.
The polished steel bodies of each car reflected a chill, hard light under the cover of night.
There were no fewer than seven cars.
At the bottom of the castle's slope, the Lamborghinis came to a stop one by one.
