thirty one.
Awan Chaudhry smirked at the struggling little girl, she was trying so hard to speak that her eyes were red and fearful, she struggled against the ropes that were binding her to the chair. Even though Alexander had tied her very loose, she was still struggling against the ropes. She was being just as stubborn as her father, just as resilient. They had offered her food for hours now but the girl refused to eat it, insisting that her mother told her not to eat anything given from strangers. Awan did not really care about her or her diet to be honest, he just knew that this little girl was the key to everything he had ever wanted. He talked to Alexander, the man he had been conspiring with for a long time. "And the first lady? She trusted you?" He asked the man yet again. Somehow it real
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