Not raining.
At the glass house. Brandon’s phone rang out of the blue, and he paused his discussion with Don Soriano to receive the call. "Esmeralda? What’s up?" he asked,"Call your men off now! Don’t go against Torillio, at least not yet," Esmeralda warned. "He killed Randall; I am sure you must have heard that too." Brandon replied rudely. "Yes, believe me, if you strike now, it won’t be worth it; take your time, trust me," Esmeralda replied. "Thanks, but no," Brandon replied coldly and ended the call. He returned to the sitting room. "Who was that?" his father asked. "Esmeralda," he replied, sitting on the couch next to Don Soriano. "Before the little incident that happened to me, I wanted you to get along well with Esmeralda; why did you go for Kimberly?""It’s personal; why do you want me to go for Esmeralda?" Brandon asked. "You are one of the five; soon your enemies will rise; all these ones you’re seeing are little," Don Soriano arced."Are you threatening me?""No, my son, I w
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