Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325 One Hundred and Eight Techniques.

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Still riding the high of meeting his true idol, the Level- Plant Healer, Auren’s IQ had clearly dropped a few notches. Completely confused, he blurted, “Thieves? Why would a dignified Imperial High General and a newly minted Level-7 Plant Healer need to sneak aroun like thieves?”

Agares’s voice turned cold. “Don’t shout it so loud in the hallway unless you want the entire star system to

know who the Level-7 Plant Healer is.”

Auren shivered, glanced left and right, and hurried back into the suite as the corridor was empty. He shut the door, stepped up to Agares, and said, “Commander aelor, please punish me.”

Agares sat back down on the sofa, lifting his eyelids slightly, voice icy. “Auren, if she doesn’t want her identity as a Level-7 Plant Healer made public, that makes it a state secret.

“You’re a soldier. I don’t need to remind you what happens to soldiers who leak state secrets, do I?”

Auren’s heels snapped together, and he shot Agares a formal salute. “Yes, sir. I understand. I swear on my life I’ll never reveal that Ms. Sylvie is a Level-7 Plant Healer.

“Good.” Agares’s gaze dropped to his optical computer. Now, give me Ms. Sylvie’s contact number.”

Auren hesitated..

Why did it feel like the Commander had built up this whole serious lecture just to get his idol’s optical computer number?

Auren suppressed the strange feeling in his chest and recited the freshly obtained, still-warm-from-the- source computer number of his idol to his Commander

As Auren spoke, Agares’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter. When Auren finished, two completely different numbers sat on Agares’s device.

Agares’s dark eyes flashed. “You’re sure you didn’t get it wrong? This is Ms. Sylvie’s number?”

Auren shook his head at once. “I’m certain it’s hers. I didn’t get it wrong. I scanned these digits directly from Ms. Sylvie’s device into my contacts.”

“Is that so?” Agares murmured, staring at the two different numbers as he sank into deep thought.

Blake and Sylvara had sprinted down the stairwell from the 88th floor to the 20th before finally stopping, both leaning against the wall in sync.

Sylvara panted, “Daddy, I didn’t blow my cover… right?”

Blake braced her hands on her knees, back pressed to the wall. “You should be fine. The optical computer number you gave Auren is the new identity profile I set up for you.

“The address and your life history on it basically match what you’ve told me since you were a kid. I even had someone rebuild your life trajectory in the records. If Aares combs through that with all his nitpicking, the worst he’ll dig up is that you’re my daughter-nothing ore.”

Sylvara patted her chest, finally a little calmer. “Then, I’m relieved. A husband who wins by overanalyzing details won’t connect me with his legally registered wife

“Daddy, I adore you to death,”

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Chapter 325 One Hundred and Eight Techniques

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Blake gave her a shove, pushing Sylvara aside. “Don’t love me. There’s no future in it. Hard pass for an ugly gremlin!”

Calling her an ugly gremlin?

Sylvara grabbed onto her arm with a huff. “Too bad, I still love you, love you, love you, you ugly gremlin!”

Blake couldn’t shake her hand off and rolled her eyes. “Tell me, kid-are you always that intense when you flirt with Agares? Just casually dropping lines like ‘While I’m alive, I’m sharing a bed with you; when I’m dead, I’m buried in the same grave’?”

Straight-laced men do not handle that kind of flirting well.

Especially the kind that stabs right into their hearts.

It’s lethal to straight guys.

Sylvara saw nothing wrong with it. “Simple, clear, everyday talk. You don’t like it? Fine, next time I’ll make it all poetic.

“Only when the mountains crumble, and heaven and earth become one, will I dare sever my bond with you?

“May your heart mirror mine?

“Take your hand in mine, drag you off with me; if you won’t move, I’ll haul you away if it kills me. Tell me which style fits him better-I’ll use that one to flirt next ime.”

Blake gave her a thumbs-up. “Sweetheart, Daddy truly admires your courage. Anyway, I’ve got some useful material on my optical computer-108 techniques. Want them?”

“One hundred and eight techniques?” Sylvara blinked. “What does that even mean? What’s it for?”

Blake’s raised thumb drooped, and she lifted the hand holding her device. “Forget it, I’ll just send them to your husband instead.”

Sylvara craned her neck to look, then lunged to stop her blocking Blake from sending it to Agares. “What the—Blake, why are you suddenly going full R-rated? I’m warning you, you are not sending that to Agares, or I’ll punt you into orbit.”

One hundred and eight techniques!

An entire catalog of sex-position moves.

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