The dimly lit room was filled with the soft glow of candlelight, casting eerie shadows on the faces of Elizabeth, Thompson, Henry, Lyon, and Lucas. They sat around a large wooden table, their expressions a mix of relief and satisfaction. Glasses of expensive wine were raised, and the atmosphere was one of celebration."Finally, that old fool is gone," Thompson said with a sinister grin, lifting his glass. "No more threats, no more fear.""Indeed," Elizabeth replied, her voice low and tinged with venom. "His death was a stroke of luck for us. Now, we can continue our work without his interference.""Cheers to that," Henry chimed in, clinking his glass with the others. "We're free from his watchful eye."Lyon and Lucas nodded in agreement, a sense of triumph visible in their eyes. They had spent years working in the shadows, carrying out the Vipers' clandestine operations under Richard's command, and now they felt a sense of liberation, free from the fear of exposure."But we must remai
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