His concerns were not unfounded.
Silvester kicked the chair beside him in rage. “This is blasphemy! We are already at this point in our lives, but yet, a single small fry is screwing with us. Damn it!”
No matter how high you were on the ladder, as long as you had some secret that you did not want anyone else to know, your hands would remain tied.
On the other end...
Right after, Daniel returned to his car, opened up his clothes, and took a look at the black spots on his body. The longer he looked at it, the worse and angrier he felt. If not for those idiotic brothers, Bernard and Silvester, he would not be in this condition. He had forsaken his dreams and business just to preserve his life for a mere few more days.
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