WRITER’S POV
"I can’t f*****g believe it! All our goods gone, everything, just our rotten luck we met the new crown prince, f**k!" Thomas exclaimed.
Edwin was pissed drinking on his whiskey, "of all the bastard it dukes Vance, he can’t c***k, just my f*****g luck running into him again" Edwin said sipping his whiskey,
"How the hell did he even find out about our deliveries, I always made it discreet" Thomas called.
"I won’t be shocked if it was from one of those lousy omegas you’re f*****g" Edwin said with venom in his tome, while the latter just paced around,
"calm down gentlemen Philip spoke breaking the intense room up "we still have another supply coming"
"how did- "
"you think we’d leave all the planning and supplies only to you? We needed a backup plan" Phillip
