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'It would be a lie to say I don't want revenge.'
His eyes narrowed faintly.
'But I am not foolish enough to direct it at the wrong people.'
The heroine.
The male leads.
They were not his targets.
Never were.
'There is only one person I seek retribution from.'
His expression turned cold.
'The Marchioness.'
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
A quiet sigh escaped him.
'But acting recklessly again…'
His thoughts briefly drifted back—back to his previous life as Ezekiel, to mistakes he had no intention of repeating.
'I refuse to repeat the same fate.'
Then—
Another thought surfaced.
The "servant."
The moment he recalled her true identity; a soft snort escaped him.
'How ironic.'
His gaze sharpened.
'Planning to eliminate her now would almost feel ungrateful… considering she once accepted my commission in my previous life.'
A debt.
