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Cora’s face had drained of all color, and her fear was palpable as she trembled with apprehension.

The ongoing conversation had already begun to indicate the ruination of her carefully constructed facade.

Desperation welled up within her, and she felt an urgent need to halt the relentless revelation that threatened to expose her.

In a voice fraught with anxiety, she implored Travis, “Please, I’m begging you, stop talking! Travis, I beg you, that’s enough. Just cease speaking, please!”

A cynical smirk tugged at the corner of Travis’s lips, and he retorted, “Now you’re requesting me to halt the conversation, huh? It seems you women can be quite perplexing, demanding one thing and then another. I assumed you wanted me to speak.”

Joanna observed the unfolding situation with a raised eyebrow and a trace of annoyance, realizing that Travis had indirectly involved her in the exchange.

Summoning a measure of resolve, Cora shot back, her irritation evident, “Well, that's enough, okay? I don’
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