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... Hawthorne had his phone. Mason Cheney had given it to him, and he hadn’t left; he stood guard nearby, watching him make the call.
Seeing Finn Hawthorne hesitate, Mason Cheney kindly urged him, "Young Young Master Hawthorne, you don’t have much time with the phone. Please cherish every second."
Hearing this, Finn Hawthorne’s hand gripping the phone tightened until the veins bulged. "I hate being threatened."
Mason Cheney offered a formulaic smile. "Young Young Master Hawth ...
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