"No one doesn't need such a place, a place that makes people avoid and fear; it completely depends on whether I'm happy."
He turned his head, looking at Arabella Vanderbilt's calm and indifferent face, reaching out to stroke her smooth chin, his gaze deep, his voice low.
"Are you scared?"
Arabella Vanderbilt stared at him steadily, her red lips slightly parted, letting out a light laugh.
"Turns out you really are a bandit."
Seizing territory, holding everyone's life and death in his grasp.
What else could it be if not a bandit?
Joel Russo raised an eyebrow, finally letting out a low laugh, bending down to rest his forehead against Arabella Vanderbilt's.
"Mm. So now you truly are the Lady of Stronghold."
Arabella Vanderbilt tugged at her lips, "The Lady of Stronghold is quite fierce."
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The commotion at the checkpoint around three in the morning successfully drew attention from the steel factory.
