Chapter 19: Silhouettes of Pain
Author: Rey Maulana
last update2026-04-29 18:01:58

Samson let out a long sigh, leaning back in his wooden chair at the pavilion while staring at the ceiling. The image of the bruise on Itari’s hand and Baskoro’s cold aura were still etched vividly in his mind.

"It’s not just Miss Imel," Samson said quietly, causing Ucok, Gopar, and Bejo to instantly stop chewing their peanuts.

"What do you mean, Boss?" Gopar asked curiously.

"Miss Rose's stepmother, Madam Itari... she looks scared to death and deeply oppressed. I saw a bruise on her wrist. It d
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