Chapter 94 Your Freedom Hinges on My Disposition

• She approached the window, her gaze drawn to the abyss of the night beyond, where the darkness was so thick it seemed to swallow the world whole. Her voice, like a distant echo carried on a celestial breeze, held a melancholic note, tinged with sorrow that felt both ethereal and elusive.
• "Rest assured, as this is my final design at MG Group, I will pour every ounce of my soul into it. I may not emerge victorious, but my design will stand as a testament to my dedication."
• There was a deliberate weight in the way she lingered on the word "final," as if she wished to etch it into the air with an indelible mark.