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... as the personal informant of the man being massaged.

She waited patiently for the man to acknowledge her presence, and it wasn't until he hummed again that she spoke.

"There was news of a potential candidate in my city, sir."

The man cracked an eye open, and he turned a slitted red gaze towards the woman! The woman immediately swallowed discreetly as she tried her best not to look away from the man's eyes.

This man was one of the most powerful superhumans alive to ...

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