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CHAPTER 68

For some reason, Peter held out his hand like a gentleman.

Grace, who tried to hold his hand, froze as the vision that had been blurry from rubbing her eyes became clearer. A hand in a black leather glove, and beyond that, rain-soaked hair and a black trench coat…

The man who reached out to Grace wasn’t Peter.

“…Gasp!”

The man grabbed Grace’s wrist, who flinched and avoided it. As she groaned at the strength of the grip that seemed like it would break her bones, a cold whisper penetrated her ear as the cold, rain-soaked lips touched her ear.

“Darling, did you have a good last outing before you die?”

Goosebumps ran up all the way to her head.

When she turned her head away from the sharpened frost eyes, over Winston’s shoulder, she could see the iron door of the annex that was firmly closed. At the end of the lined-up soldiers with their hands clasped obediently, Peter entered her eyes.

Tears thicker than raindrops covered her eyes at that moment.

“H, ho, ho…”

…The one she believed to be her ally gave her into the enemy’s hands.

Even at this moment when her reason was paralyzed, she could clearly see.

Fred even leaked Peter’s identity…

Because of that, he became Winston’s double agent in order to survive, and she was completely unaware. That call was to Winston, not Nancy… and then he went so far as to make an unnecessary scuffle about taking her to Nancy.

As Grace sobbed, feeling betrayed, Winston approached Peter. He patted Peter on the shoulder like congratulating him before twisting his lips in a sneer.

“I didn’t know that the post office even delivers women?”

A hand in a black leather glove gripped Peter’s shoulder tightly.

“Laugh. I’m just kidding.”

From Peter to his enlisted men, all the contemplative men forced a laugh. Winston dragged Grace, the only one who didn’t laugh, out of the wagon and into Peter’s front.

“Miss Riddle, why didn’t you tell me beforehand that you were acquainted with this diligent courier? Oh, I also didn’t tell you in advance that we knew each other, so I guess it’s a tie?”

When she faced Peter, who was avoiding her gaze, anger ran to the tip of her head. Grace shrugged off Winston and pounced on Peter.

“Dirty renegade…! How could you do this to an ally?! I will kill you! Go to hell!”

“Grace! Stop!”

Peter acted impudently to Grace, who had no energy and was just messing around. The guy who shook his hand and head like a fly and made a troubled face muttered.

“Right, just be quietly locked up….”

At that moment, she clenched her fist painfully and swung it into Peter’s face.

Wham.

Her fist landed right under Peter’s cheekbone. As soon as his head snapped to the side, her eyes suddenly changed.

“Where did this come from?”

Peter’s palm flew towards Grace’s cheek. Just before being hit, a black-gloved hand grabbed his wrist. At the same time, as she stepped back to avoid it, Grace slumped on the rain-soaked gravel as her legs gave out.