The Black Card System

Chapter Two Hundred And Eleven

Charles held her shoulder, trying to figure out what was going on and if he ought to be wary of her.

He hadn't confirmed it it was possible for a one-night traumatic experience such as hers could change her behavior totally and even automatically change her into a person in need of immediate medical attention.

“What's going on, Vera?” Charles asked, concerned about her.

Vera fluttered her eyelids and then shook her head.

“I thought I saw something underneath your eye bags.” She said, then cleared her throat.

“Oh, alright then.” Charles said, then cleaned his face with his palm in case there could be really something on his face.

“Alright, so I think I'm ready to go to bed now.”

“Okay, that's much better. Goodnight then. I'll also be going to bed now.”

Vera said goodnight as well, then she left immediately. Charles also laid down on his bed, and stared at the ceiling for a while and hoped that things would get much better than it is at the moment.

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A night to the day of the contest,