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Caleb Lockwood sat in his seat.
No one was sitting across from him.
His hair, face, and expensive tailored suit were all wet.
Because someone had thrown a drink at him.
The person who splashed the drink had left in outrage long ago.
Caleb Lockwood wiped his face with a handkerchief and continued dining, his face showing no expression.
At this moment, his phone rang, and the caller ID showed it was Patrick Rhodes.
The basement ba ...
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