Twenty-Three - Game On
"Master Vincent, sir. Are you sure about this?" Our butler asked me one more time. I've been planning to surprise those son of a bitches whom I've heard have started working in the white house. Apparently, Lord Samira hired them. My dad gave me the same expression as well. "These are dangerous times, Vincent. All they know was your dead. You can't just walk inside the white house and greet the president," he started walking around the place. "I know your concerns people but I can't just stay here and wait for the judgement day." All this hiding is making me crazy. Knowing full well that they are there in the open trying to do the same thing to another council member. "This is a serious moment, son. For once in your life listen to me. Alexander has already concluded your death and when
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