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The tension in the room seemed to thicken as Chloe's brazen response hung in the air like an unspoken challenge. Charles's control over his irritation slipped, his molars grinding together as he fought to contain his frustration.

“You mean higher ranked than Hobgoblins? We killed fifty of them, so there are more than enough cores to go around. Unless it’s something better, I don’t see the use of wasting my last remaining skill slot on one,” Chloe's voice dripped with arrogance, each word a calculated affront.

Charles's fingers clenched involuntarily beneath the surface of his desk, a silent testament to the restraint he exerted. The sight of her defiance gnawed at him, sparking a surge of internal conflict.

‘This little bitch…’ Charles's inner monologue was sharp, his thoughts laced with a venomous disdain that he struggled to temper.

Adam's brow furrowed, his expressi
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