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... of the room— a voice too familiar.
Why is this bastard here? He clenched his fist, slowly turning his face.
"Hello, Tyson"
"Oh? The pest seems to have gained some balls" Tyson stepped forward,
"That’s enough, Tyson" Anton ordered,
"Yes, yes, Chief... Can’t rough up your Golden boy" he raised his hand, laughing.
"Why is he here?" Trent asked Anton.
"To clean up the mess you’ve made, of course" Tyson replied, chuckling.
"Where’s Marie ...
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