"Dorothy, you know the best thing to do is to let him go. Right?" Laurel cocked her head and arched a brow at Dorothy questioning.

"I won't!" She spat, her gaze drifting from the black-hair ladies to Laurel's ring.

"It's useless anyway," Laurel said lazily and snapped her finger; her ring glowed, its reflection on everyone's faces. And just like that, Dorothy passed out as if put to sleep, and the girls took her away.

"Come with me," Laurel commanded Neal; turning to leave, she heard Neal exclaim.

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"How can I!" Shaking his head and waving his hands. "Just let me go." He panted. "I need to find my wife. The vulture here took her away." He cried. "We have to go back home, so please, please!" He begged, "Let me out of here."

Laurel turned to look at Neal, and her lips widened with a sweet smile. And she said so softly, "Come with me, and I shall show you your real wife."

And without waiting for another word from Neal, Laurel sashayed out of the room.

Still hesitating, Neal ran his hands through his hair. But when he saw Laurel walking away, not wanting to be left alone in the strange room, he quickly followed.

"Wait!" He shouted.