Junia Simpson left, Vespera Bennett breathed a sigh of relief.
"Aurelia, I..." Vespera wanted to thank Aurelia Shaw.
Aurelia Shaw unfolded the note in her hand.
Vespera had just stuffed it into her hand, whispering a name in her ear—"Alaric Wood."
Vespera actually knew Alaric Wood.
Vespera is part of the Mafia; if Alaric knows her, does that mean Alaric is too... This thought barely emerged before Aurelia rejected it.
The Mafia appeared sixteen years ago; at that time, Alaric was just a child like her, trapped in the Mafia's underground prison.
There, they endured inhuman torture. Given Alaric's hatred for the Mafia, he would never become one of them.
Aurelia's mind flashed with the image of Alaric in the laboratory.
He was different from the Alaric she remembered from childhood.
The young Alaric had been cold to others, yet gentle, keeping her company when she was scared, comforting her the whole night saying, "Don't be afraid, I'll protect you." But later…
