Hera epted the ointment and headed toward the second floor.


    Mireille returned to Royal Bay an hour ago and informed everyone about the situation at Sigur Cliff.


    She also told them that Duncan was


    likely on his way to Royal Bay to capture Hera.


    Olivia immediately contacted the Inspection Office, and Henderson mobilized all the avable police


    force to Royal Bay.


    After Mireille was done rying the situation at Sigur Cliff, she


    requested a guest room to rest in, citing fatigue.


    Hera brought the ointment to the door of the second-floor guest room but hesitated for a moment


    before opening the door.


    The room was dark, and Mireille was sitting on the bed, her hair


    disheveled.


    Hera already knew about Mireille’s effort to steal the Eight-Part


    Sceptre from the Duerson family.


    She also knew very well that Mireille had to have paid some price in


    her attempt to win Duncan’s trust.


    Hera entered the room with heavy steps and whispered, “Mireille, your grandfather brought an ointment


    over. It can relieve itching and


    reduce swelling.”


    Mireille hid the fruit knife in her arms, wiped away her tears, and said, ”


    Put it on the table.”


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    She had thought of killing herself, but this was not her house. She did


    not want to dirty Nash’s room.


    Hera turned on the lights in the room and adjusted them to the


    dimmest setting.


    She approached Mireille with the ointment and whispered, “Let me help you with it.”


    Mireille took the ointment and said, “I can do it myself.”


    Hera looked at the once gentle and charming woman in her current


    state and felt a twinge of pain in her heart. She wanted tofort her


    but did not know how to.


    Mireille squeezed the ointment onto her hand and carefully applied it


    to her face.


    Even if she were to die, she wanted to die beautiful.


    Hera sat beside Mireille, hesitating for a moment before speaking, Let bygones be bygones. Don’t


    dwell on it too much.”


    However, Hera felt guilty immediately after she said that. “I wasn’t the


    one who suffered what happened, so I have no right to say any of


    this. But I still hope you cane to terms with it.”


    Mireille turned to look at Hera’s guilty expression and gently said, “I’m not overthinking it. Actually,


    Nadh and the others were willing to risk their lives to eliminate the ghoul overlord.


    She only sacrificed her body.


    Compared to Nash and the others, her sacrifices were trivial.


    Still, she could not ovee that thought. Now, whenever she closed her eyes, her mind would be


    filled with scenes of her entanglement


    with that disgusting man.


    She despised him and yet she still had to flirt with him, please him, and even actively seduce him. Just


    thinking about all of this made. Mireille feel like death would be better, which was why she secretly took


    the fruit knife from the coffee table. She nned to end it all.


    Hera gently held Mireille’s hand and said softly, “Every action has its consequences, every sacrifice will


    be rewarded. Everything you’ve done for Jonford will be remembered.”


    Mireille pursed her lips. She silently continued to apply the ointment


    on her face.


    Outside Royal Bay, a ck Mercedes slowly came to a stop. The gate was surrounded by patrol cars,


    with over 200 armed inspectors


    ring coldly.


    Duncan frowned. “Looks like they made preparations in advance.”


    Boris’s eyes narrowed. “They’re nothing but a bunch of ants. Killing them would be as easy as a flip of


    my hand.”


    Saying that, Boris was about to open the door and step out of the car when Duncan said in a deep


    voice, “You can’t kill those officers.”


    Boris stopped mid-action.


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    Duncan continued, “The Inspection Office is a government department. Killing one or two inspectors


    won’t cause too much of a stir, but too many casualties and we might alert the capital.”


    Hearing this, Boris shrugged him off and replied, “We’ve already crossed those from the National


    Martial Bureau and the Special Security Department. What do we have to fear from the capital?”


    Duncan pursed his lips and continued, “Do you know what Longford’s


    core power is?”


    Beixie hesitated. “Isn’t it the National Martial Bureau and the Special Security Department?”