When he finished this, he waved his hand: "Let's go, Grigoli, I don't want your life. Your life is worthless to me. The best ending for you is to end your life by yourself, but do you really have the courage?"

After saying that, he stood up, picked up Alice and strode out.

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Behind him, there was only the dumb little Grigoli, who seemed to be abandoned like a broken sack.

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His enemies were too lazy to even look at him again, and what else was more shameful than this?

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Wang Weiyi came outside the house. Today was a good weather and everyone would be in a good mood. Solkina greeted him. Now, she could finally hold Baron Alexander's arm without any restraint. She no longer had to be afraid of the Grand Duke or anyone else.

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"Is it all over?" Solkina asked happily.

"Everything is over, everything." Wang Weiyi replied with a smile: "Grigoli, revenge is already a past tense for me. And the Grand Duke of Beerstoka is also a past tense for you...."

Several Russians couldn't help but cheer.

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What they thought about day and night was the arrival of this day.

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Except for Ronanova, this kind woman did not give up on her father even at this time. She couldn't help but look into the house.

She was still worried about her father, and if possible, she would even beg the baron to let her father go.

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"I didn't kill him." Wang Weiyi seemed to see what she was thinking: "I gave him the right to choose, either die with dignity, or live with shame, but I think he would rather choose the latter path, he has already lost all his dignity..."

Then he looked at all the Russians: "Let's go back to Moscow..."

They left without looking back, they no longer needed to walk into the room.

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In the room, he was very clear that at this time, it would be best for him to pick up the knife and end his life happily.

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He trembled and picked up the knife, aiming it at his heart.

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His hands were trembling, and his whole body was trembling.

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The knife stayed in Gregory's heart for more than ten minutes, and then he understood something. Baron Alexander was right, and he really didn't have the courage to commit suicide.

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He threw away the knife in his hand in frustration, and then flirted around the house frantically. He hoped to find one or two valuable things, but he was disappointed again. The place was cleaner than his pocket.

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The Baron, not leaving him at all.

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To be continued...