Chapitre 792: Agent

Meanwhile…

"Ugh!"

Deborah let out a squeal as she crashed into a wall. She clenched her teeth, gripping her wounded shoulder, and glared daggers at the man who caught her and dragged her into the storage room. When she saw Hunter, the man who was standing outside Hera's room, she fought fiercely. But with her current state, Hunter easily seized her and dragged her into this place.

"Hunter…" Her voice shook, glancing at the dusty storage room. "… is this place going to be my grave?"

A look of ridicule swirled in her eyes, letting out a series of jagged laughter. She shook her head mildly.

"No," she refused. "This place will not be my grave."

Hunter maintained a plain expression before he glanced over his shoulder. After a moment, he stepped into the storage room and closed the door. Seeing his action, Deborah's shoulder stiffened as her mind quickly thought of ways to save herself.