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The three of them arrived at a scenic veranda within the residential community. It was late, and the veranda was deserted.
Facing Sebastian Lockwood, Andrea Wyatt felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation.
His scalp tingled. He opened his mouth to say something, but his throat felt as if it were being choked, and nothing came out.
In that small space on the veranda...
...it now seemed to exude an aura of death.
The autumn wind was a bit chilly, but Andrea Wyatt's breathing was heavy and labored. A fine layer of hot sweat even beaded on his temples, and mosquitoes buzzed around him.
One mosquito even landed on his face and bit him.
He didn't even dare to raise a hand to swat it, letting the mosquito bite him freely!
"Uncle, you and Syd..."
"Syd?" Sebastian Lockwood took off his glasses to wipe them. Hearing the nickname, he arched an eyebrow at him.
For a moment, Andrea Wyatt didn't know what to call her, so he just stiffened his neck and said, "Between you two..."
