Willow chuckled. “What was I explaining? I was just stating the truth. Mr. Mayo, please don’t overthink it.”
“I won’t overthink it. You may leave now.”
“Yes, Mr. Mayo.”
Willow thought that Thomas would spare him that easily, so he turned back to leave.
Unexpectedly, just as he took two steps forward, a silver needle flew over from the back and instantly inserted itself into Willow’s acupuncture point. Subsequently, Willow’s body felt itchy. It felt extremely itchy as if his body was full of mosquito bites.
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