Heath waved his hand, snorting coldly. "Those House of Custos bastards are stubborn and unyielding. There was nothing to negotiate. I'll go again tomorrow!"
"Oh, Elder Jackwood, do you know these two bastards? They said that you were the one who brought them out of the warehouse two days ago. Are they your relatives, Elder Jackwood?"
"Relatives? These two..." Heath put his hands behind his back, bending at the waist to peek closely at Harry's and Denvor's faces.
Suddenly, he slapped himself on the forehead and said to Marco, "Aren't these two the movers from the warehouse? I did ask them to help me move some things two days ago. What's the matter? Did they break the rules?"
Seeing Heath's shocked expression, Marco gnashed his teeth so hard that the sound of his teeth grinding together could be heard. He really wanted to give him an acting award.
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