Chapter: 1173
"You do?" Abigail was surprised.
"Are you trying to flirt with me?" The woman smiled.
"Quit acting. You might have changed your looks, but your scent didn’t change. Aren’t I right, Azalea Larson?"
"Azalea Larson?" Abigail was puzzled.
Abigail knew the woman’s surname was Larson, but her name was Mandy Larson.
"Are you going to deny it? Do I have to tear off your mask?" Dustin asked.
"Your eyes are getting better. I spent so much time dressing up, but it wasn’t enough to fool you." Azalea giggled flirtatiously.
"Is your name really Azalea?" Abigail frowned. She felt like she was tricked.
"I’m Azalea, but I’m also Mandy. I never lied to you," Azalea explained with a smile.
"What are you doing here?" Dustin demanded.
He was always on high alert whenever he was near this crazy woman.
After all, it was difficult to believe someone who murdered their mentor and offered their mentor’s head to the Harmon family..
"Aww, aren’t we friends by now? Can’t you treat me more warmly?" Azalea circled Dustin like a snake eyeing a mouse.
"What happened between us can only be considered a business partnership, definitely not friendship." Dustin was unfazed.
"That makes me sad. I should’ve known that all men are cheaters!" Azalea grumbled pitifully.
"Ahem, I’m still here, you know? Do you mind toning down the flirting?" Abagail looked at them oddly.
"Abigail, go and train. I have something to talk to her about." Dustin glanced at Abigail.
"Alright, then. I’ll stop bothering you two." Abigail stuck out her tongue and headed to the training grounds to practice her staff combat technique.
Ugh, the smell of love!
"Spit it. What are you up to?" Dustin demanded once more.
"Nothing. I’m just here to protect Abigail." Azalea smiled.
"She’s the future Grand Sorceress of the Mystic Arts Order, so she’ll need bodyguards. I think I’m a good fit for the job."
"What?" Dustin frowned.
"How did you know that?"
He was the only one Micheal told this secret to, and even Abigail had no idea. How did Azalea know this?