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... e long to draw a permanent tattoo on his face.

He did groan a few times in slight pain, but he acted as if he felt nothing—acting tough in front of Fiona.

When it was finished, Max opened his eyes and stood up. But wherever he looked, he heard gasps from his classmates and guards. He glanced at Fiona, who stared at his face with wide eyes before turning her gaze away, feeling second-hand embarrassment.

She even wanted to act as if the two didn’t know each other.

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