Debra was slightly moved by Florian's confession.
She thought that Florian might have genuinely repented since he spoke so earnestly.
Besides, he was right—there were many guards outside.
"Are you really letting me go?" Debra asked quizzically.
Florian nodded hurriedly; then, he smiled bitterly. "Are you still unwilling to believe me? You are now in my hands. If I were to plot against you, why would I waste so much time talking to you?"
Next, Florian glanced at the banquet table next to him. "I know that you haven't eaten or slept well these few days. Therefore, I've prepared this meal especially for you. And this is not wine; I made a drink with the Revival Pill. After drinking it, you can recover your strength quickly to go and look for Darryl as soon as possible. Miss Debra, whether you believe it or not, I've told you what I could. If you prefer to act without me, then I shall leave you to it."
Florian immediately strode out; he disappeared from Debra's line of sight in the blink of an eye.
Debra was the only one left in the Supervision Unit's hall.
'Is he really letting me go?'
Debra frowned in the direction where Florian took off. She was indecisive for quite some time.
Suddenly, Debra walked to the table and picked up the glass of wine. She leaned in and sniffed it.
Florian was right—that was not wine.
The liquid in the wine glass smelled like the aroma of a medicinal pill. The scent was quite unique—it was the Revival Pill, indeed.
However, Debra had no idea that a pair of eyes watched her excitedly in a dark corner outside the hall.
It was Florian!
Yes, Florian had only put up an act.
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