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Four hours later, Archer and Shiloh finally arrived at the private villa owned by Archer’s mother. The long drive left them a little tired, but the quiet surroundings and the sound of the distant waves made it worth it. They stepped out of the car together, taking in the view, when an elderly man approached them from near the gate. "Sir, you’re on private property. Please turn around," the man said firmly. Archer paused for a moment before speaking. "Antonio," he called. The elderly man froze and looked at him more closely. "I’m Archer. The second son of Eloise Whitmore," Archer said. Recognition slowly appeared on the man’s face. His eyes widened slightly before he bowed his head in apology. "Young master Archer… I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize you right away," he said. Archer gave
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