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We arrived in Italy three hours after we took off. The smile in my face didn't waver even once since we got on the helicopter as I relived the moment when I saw three of Merrylia's men with bruises in their faces. I didn't question who did it, but from looking at the cut in Merrylia's knuckles I just knew.
We landed on a helipad near a large mansion, unlike her mansion back home, this one looked sinister. In the middle of the day, the place looked gloomy. The shadow of the trees fell on the mansion, making its white walls look gray. As I carried our baggage to the front door, Merrylia walked beside me silently. Her face was blank and unreadable but her eyes showed a fiery glint.