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Chapter 382: Officially Impersonating Yourself (1)

"She loves you, and you'll know. These are the words that Dolo sent me a year ago, and I am giving them to you now. Don't be suspicious, don't be foolish, give her some time. She still smiled wryly, remembering some bad memories.

Patrick stared at the bitterness on her face, but a smile tipped into it.

Barnett quickly ended the conversation because of Patrick, who looked at her and said, "Your look is really unappetizing. ”

She stared at the nails that were growing rapidly from her fingers, and took out nail clippers and files from the drawer and trimmed them little by little, carefully and carefully.

"Think it's a pity? Still reminiscing about the past. He was still unrelenting, and Moro didn't even quite understand that Patrick was always curious about what she and Lorenzo meant.

It's not just gossip.

"My lord, you restrict me from staying by your side, and I can't even deprive me of the right to think about anything." She used a nail file to smooth the edges and corners of her nails little by little, and she couldn't see the original appearance.

"Slaves still dare to mention their rights to me? You have only the share of obedience. Patrick rightly said.

She was used to Patrick's reminders from time to time that she was his slave, and she didn't say much or resist putting down the file and putting the mask back on.

"Ready? The last meeting before the march began immediately, but don't see the old lover's gaffe. Patrick straightened his collar and patted the epaulettes on his shoulder.

"Yes." She replied lightly, accustomed to Patrick's teasing from time to time, and got up and walked out with Patrick.

At the last meeting before the march, representatives of the three parties were present.

The Secret Party, the Ales Military Academy, and the Asama Alliance attended, of course, not too low.

As Moro followed Patrick into the council chamber with his mask on, it was evident that Lorenzo was staring at her and was about to burn a hole in her.

She also knew very well that this meeting, she could no longer speak, and she would be exposed.

Lorenzo stared at her like a knife and followed Patrick as if to see her through, then crumpled and tore it and threw it out, crushing the cup with his left hand.

He subconsciously looked at the face of Barnett standing diagonally behind, everything was as usual, thinking that this guy was quite calm, as a man is really weak, if it was his own woman who followed Patrick, he would have to throw this pair of dog men and women out.

He thought about it for a few days, but he couldn't figure out what all his abnormal behavior and mood were about, obviously the woman was not Mo Luo.

It wasn't until Moloti Patrickla opened his chair that the cup in his left hand was crushed with a loud bang, and the eyes of all the attendees were focused on the highest-ranking leader of the conference.

Water stains mixed with blood flowed a table, Lorenzo's hands were full of blood, but he looked calm, it seemed that it was not himself who crushed the cup, but someone else, Moro just sat down, saw the abnormality of Lorenzo sitting at the head, sighed secretly under the mask, saw the broken porcelain piece pierced his left hand, and shed a lot of blood, and stood up in a panic for a while, holding a handkerchief in his hand, but was pressed back on the seat by Patrick.

It was true that her identity was a little inappropriate to get up and hand over the handkerchief, cleaning up the mess, but when she glanced at it, she saw that Lorenzo's face was even darker.