Thomas smiled faintly at Kendrick and said, “Hello, Master Bardot.”
“Um...” Kendrick did not know if he should answer.
He felt terrible and wondered why he had to boast. Even if it had been for the box of gold bars, he should have asked them about whom he had to deal with.
He had been blinded by money because he had not been able to see things clearly. Now, he, the imposter, had encountered Thomas, the real master.
How could he wrap things up?
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