Chapter 115
Author: Cy Pen
last update2025-12-06 23:21:53

At that moment, upon hearing Benjamin's tantalizing promise about exclusive information that could resolve all of her crises, Elizabeth's desperation made her immediately demand specific details.

“So what exactly is that crucial piece of information that can literally resolve all of these impossible problems I'm facing?” Elizabeth asked, her voice carrying urgent anticipation and barely contained anxiety.

Her tone showed she was ready to grasp at any opportunity that might provide salvation fro
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