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... mean? I don’t quite understand..."
Aron Jackson had been backing up until he hit the wall and could retreat no further.
His entire body pressed against the wall.
He held up his hands, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"Boss, although it’s been a while since we last met, the joke you’re playing on me is somewhat serious..."
In Knox Ridge’s bedroom, there were only the two of them.
Julius Reed held a hidden weapon box in one hand, with a smile on ...
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