Cecilia's face looked grim, but she had no words to rebut. She said, "Dora, the winner becomes the king, the loser becomes the villain. Do not sympathize with your enemies, it will make you let down your guard."
Dora smiled, "Sympathizing with my enemies won't affect your grand plan. Well, I have some things to do, I'll leave first."
Cecilia watched her back with her lips pressed into a thin line. She pursued power because only power could bring her a sense of security, only power could protect the ones she wanted to protect.
Dora said she was heartless, how could she be heartless?
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Mediterranean Sea, Aisha Island.
Wei Anning had just woken up from her afternoon nap and walked out of the bedroom drowsily. She covered her mouth with her hand and yawned. The servants in the castle saw her holding her waist as she came downstairs, and quickly went over to support her.
